MsBellaNova
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- May 14, 2015
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There were times when I hated my life.
This was one of those times.
Sitting here in a jail cell at 3AM is not my idea of fun. But yet, here I was. In trouble.
It wouldn't be so bad if maybe my parents weren't famous.
My dad. He's the asshole you see on the nightly news across America. And my mother? Well, she sells cookbooks and is pretty famous herself.
And me? Well. No, I'm not famous. I'm just a troubled teen. If that's what I'm even considered any more, seeing as how I'm 18.
Wait.
That's not true.
I am sorta famous.
At least with the party scene here in good ol' New York City.
I had quite the reputation of staying out all night, doing whatever the hell I wanted to do.
Since the age of 14.
Now, I was sitting in jail.
It was my first time, you know. They processed me like a common criminal too.
Jerks.
So now, I know my parents had it up to their neck with me and my ways. They were going to be sending a representative down to bail me out. But I wouldn't be able to go home.
Nope.
They were going to be sending me to live with my uncle.
Some uncle who lived on farm in the middle of no where Missouri.
Fuck.
I'm so not ready for this.
But, according to one of the guards, it was this or I could go to court, face the charges, do jail time or whatever it was the judge would want me to do.
Like community service.
Fuck no.
So, off to no where Missouri to clean up my act. Perhaps I should just run away once I get there? Ehh, we'll see. Maybe this uncle wouldn't give a shit about me and let me do what I want.
Like nothing.
"Gemma Anderson?! You're free to go."
Finally. 3 hours was a long enough wait.
*****
OOC: Looking for a male player to play my uncle. So, if you want, please send me a private message and let's get going! Thanks!
This was one of those times.
Sitting here in a jail cell at 3AM is not my idea of fun. But yet, here I was. In trouble.
It wouldn't be so bad if maybe my parents weren't famous.
My dad. He's the asshole you see on the nightly news across America. And my mother? Well, she sells cookbooks and is pretty famous herself.
And me? Well. No, I'm not famous. I'm just a troubled teen. If that's what I'm even considered any more, seeing as how I'm 18.
Wait.
That's not true.
I am sorta famous.
At least with the party scene here in good ol' New York City.
I had quite the reputation of staying out all night, doing whatever the hell I wanted to do.
Since the age of 14.
Now, I was sitting in jail.
It was my first time, you know. They processed me like a common criminal too.
Jerks.
So now, I know my parents had it up to their neck with me and my ways. They were going to be sending a representative down to bail me out. But I wouldn't be able to go home.
Nope.
They were going to be sending me to live with my uncle.
Some uncle who lived on farm in the middle of no where Missouri.
Fuck.
I'm so not ready for this.
But, according to one of the guards, it was this or I could go to court, face the charges, do jail time or whatever it was the judge would want me to do.
Like community service.
Fuck no.
So, off to no where Missouri to clean up my act. Perhaps I should just run away once I get there? Ehh, we'll see. Maybe this uncle wouldn't give a shit about me and let me do what I want.
Like nothing.
"Gemma Anderson?! You're free to go."
Finally. 3 hours was a long enough wait.
*****
OOC: Looking for a male player to play my uncle. So, if you want, please send me a private message and let's get going! Thanks!
