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willow leigh hartley

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` I DARE SAY THAT I'VE HEARD OF YOU BEFORE. REMIND ME AGAIN, WHAT'S THE NAME YOUR PARENTS GAVE YOU, ANY SIGNIFICANCE ?

- - - - - My name? Uh, I guess it's no big deal--I am Willow Leigh Hartley, you know.. Kind of lame, you know? 'M name is quite English, if I am correct, all aspects of it are English.. Don't quote me, though. It kinda fits me, I can't exactly see myself with a different name... But, isn't that how it always is? Like, you are stuck with a name for so long and nothing else fits? Maybe that's just my English brain, though.
Oh, by the wayy--I think I would much rather be called Will, it is short and sweet.. Androgynous, which actually doesn't bother me to any extent, some people call me Leigh when they don't think about what they're about to say, but nothing interesting in Hartley; it is a last name.. As long as I know you're talking to me, life will be good.

` REMIND ME AGAIN, WHEN WERE YOU BORN ? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH.

- - - - - I've just recently turned seventeen, on April eleventh; 'm mum says I was born at seven-thirty-two in the morning. There's a bit of trivia for you. There is nothing behind the date, no amazing American holiday or anything.. I don't think.. Shit, is it a holiday? Sorry to the Yanks if I missed something you celebrate, or if I offended you by calling you a Yank, I mean no offense by either.. And if I do, you can tell. Anywho, I was a small baby, a couple weeks early but it all turned out, I mean--I am here, right?

` YOU LOOK FAMILIAR, HAVE I SEEN YOU AROUND SCHOOL ?

- - - - - I've been here for a little over a year, so there is a chance you've seen me. I am in my senior year, at this Carson High, which has been treating me fine, to an extent. I don't exactly get along with everyone and I can't say I am the favorite of every person that walks by me. I mean, I have nothing to complain about, back in England wasn't exactly the greatest thing recently. For a while it was normal, much like it is now. Nothing can stay loving forever, right? Oh well, I get my second chance now, and plan to keep it normal, thanks. I started school a year early, because my mum thought I was ready, it really kind of stinks being the youngest around, but, hey! People have warmed up to it. But, I am pretty okay with grades and stuff, my name might not be plastered for perfect grades, but, I pass. I really get a bit confused with how everything is run around here.

` MAYBE IT WAS JUST AROUND. WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?

- - - - - I was born and raised in Brighton, England, a city on the southern border of Great Britain. Won't lie when I say it is quite large, a moderately popular city but, it was nice. A place where you could get lost, but still know that it was home; the only negative is all the day-trippers that come around. Y'know, a coastal city--beaches, amusement arcades.. Brighton Pier is beautiful, I would recommend it to anyone traveling. We have an annual festival, the art culture is amazing. A lot of people in the area are very interested in it. Many pubs and lots of music, it's an arty city, and a lot of people are artists.
Excluding the pressure to look like what is good, to fit in a right way, it was a very nice place; I got a little bored of it here and there, but there was always something new--something to find that you hadn't gotten yourself into before. Even just travel to close by cities and see somethin'. Enough of my rambling, in a summary, I liked aspects of it, but couldn't stand others. Which is why I am here.

` OKAY, BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE YOU IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DON'T WORRY, MY LIPS ARE SEALED.

- - - - - I am completely comfortable with my sexuality, there is no reason I should be uncomfortable with liking someone of the opposing gender. I mean, I know that there are probably people that rather someone of the same gender, and I have no problem with that--a couple of my best friends were gay males.
Well, to be honest.. I guess I don't need to hold anything back.. I have kissed a girl before, but that was way back in the day. Love should never be determined by gender, love should just be love. Alas, I will stick with what I know.

` ALRIGHT, ON TO THE GOOD STUFF. WHAT DO YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME ? ANY FAVORITE PASTIMES ?

- - - - - I don't quite know what to say here; I am your average teenage girl, I guess. I enjoy being able to dress up in dresses and stuff as such, I got into video games and movies a long time ago--they've stuck with me. Especially the older video games, from 64s or anything--speaking of old things, I like music that is from the eras 60s to the 90s. Cheesy love songs are the best, or anything with a good beat. My childish, immature side likes things like jumping on beds, I used to skateboard but I have brought that to a halt. Uh, hugging is nice; I really like being picked up, or holding hands. All that kind of mushy stuff, or just being able to relax. Running is nice, too--swimming and a few other sports that I can stand and actually play though.

` TELL ME: WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE.

- - - - - From where I come from, I have been introduced to a bunch of different art-related things, I am very interested in music of all sorts, being able to listen to something beautiful that someone made. With that comes the love of watching someone make art. Paintings, drawings, tagging a building; I am pretty much incapable of doing all of those, therefore, the next best thing would be watching it. Writing makes me smile too, listening to poetry burns and appreciating it was all so.. Nice. Another thing that makes me smile? Making someone smile, to just brighten someone's day is pretty awesome. In one hand I like relaxing, in the other I like being able to run and be moderately active, it all depends on the day and how my body is reacting. Ohh, chilly weather is my favorite, and I would rather be cold. Uh, 'scuse my rambling, I tend to do that often. I guess to just shoot some out there... sunsets and sunrises are just beautiful, tea and coffee, swimming, softball and running when I can and just.. I don't know, your average teenage things all apply to me.

` AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THERE ARE THINGS WE JUST CAN'T STAND. WHAT ARE YOUR'S ?

- - - - - You want to know what I really can't stand? The process that is eating, don't ask me why, it may be my previous experiences, but I have grown to just... highly dislike it. Having my face touched frequently isn't something I really like, I understand if the moment calls for it, but, otherwise.. No thanks. Gross hands are the worst, really. If someone can't clean their nails and take a few second on their hands, I cannot stand it. Biggest turn-off ever. Overly obnoxious people can get on my nerves, but so can people that never talk. Not a lot of people know this, but.. I can't stand people that remind me of myself--I just can't, but I can never tell you why. I don't eat red meat, I just don't have a taste for it, my energy swings really put a halt to what I like to do, being over heated is disgusting, and being proven wrong embarrasses me.

` ANY SHORT OR LONG TERM GOALS ? WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS ? IN TEN ? HOW DO YOU PLAN TO GET THERE ?

- - - - - I don't really set too many goals, but I do want to make it through high school. A four-year college, too. I don't know what I have in mind to get schooling for, but I want to be able to travel after it, whatever I do. Maybe go to Africa and help the people in need. Another thing no one really knows? I would kill to work with a child that has progeria, or help in the special Olympics. I kind of have a soft spot for that kind of thing. Anywho, I just don't really know what I want to do in the future--I just plan on taking things a day at a time and see where it leads me.

` WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT HAS SCARED YOU THE MOST, WHAT WOULD IT BE ?

- - - - - I am quite scared of drunk drivers, they shouldn't be able to drive when intoxicated. I mean, I know it is against the law and all, but it still happens. More rules she be set straight to to keep it so it could never happen. Mostly, I fear getting close to someone and then having them leave. There has always been this thing in the back of my mind that tells me if she doesn't do things right, they will just up and walk away. I don't strive to please people, which is why I always kind of.. Lay low and just keep to myself unless I know I will be able to connect with someone. I do much better communicating when there is minimal contact needed. Like, uh, over the internet? Not many people know any of the things I noted, but.. If worse comes to worse..

` IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?

- - - - - I'm single, and I have no problem with such a thing. I mean, being able to hold someone's hand and all that gushy stuff is cute and nice and all, but I really don't think I need it to survive. Having someone I know cares always trumps the alone feeling, but I just don't want to be left in the end. I know, I know.. I am a pussy. Sure, I've had a couple relationships, but none lasted too long--they were typical middle/high school relationships.. They last a handful of weeks or months, a couple kisses and a few hugs.. They are just those things. If anything, I want something to last, but, I have a long time ahead of me.

` NOW, YOU KNOW THAT I ADORE YOU, BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY EXTRAVAGANT PARENTS, TELL ME ABOUT THEM.

- - - - - My mother is Sheena Willow Monroe-Hartley, at 47, she's an accountant. I, uh.. Never really had a good relationship with her. Don't get me wrong! I love her, but--I was never as close to her as I was my father. And, as for my father, his name is Daniel 'Danny' Hartley, and he would be.. I think he would be about 48 now, but he is now deceased. He got struck by a car being driven by a drunk driver, but that all was so long ago; I miss him as much as humanly possible, but.. He wouldn't want me to mourn him for the rest of my life. Which is another reason I am here, if I may note that. They had a good relationship, the whole family was actually close enough for happiness. Therefore, I have nothing to complain about, I am not going to on bawling my eyes out about how much I miss my daddy.
As of now, I am living with my aunt, so she is kind of my mother figure. Just, uh.. Thought I should throw that out there.

` DANG. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ?

- - - - - I have one sibling, an older brother. His name is Joseph Robert Hartley, my 24 year old brother working as a teacher. He didn't move over here with me, he is currently living as the man in mother's life. Obviously not like.. Sexual man, but the one that looks after her. Anywho, he was a bit protective--much like what I suspect brothers are. Not all of them, of course. Anyway, 'scuse my rambling. Yes, he is a bit older than I am, but we were as close as we could be.

` HOW ABOUT PETS, HAVE ANY OF THOSE ?

- - - - - At the moment, I actually do have an animal. A Meller's Chameleon, to be exact. His name is Constance, a random name, but I don't exactly need to call him by his name.. I kind of have a soft spot for animals, and really enjoy having them around.. But, I find no need to run around and have too many around to the point where even I can't take care of them. My aunt also has a bulldog, an English Bulldog named Marshall.

` OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHAT'S YOUR BEST KEPT SECRET ? I WON'T TELL !

- - - - - By looking at me, you can maybe tell that I don't exactly have the most meat on my bones, or.. well, I have very little meat on my bones. I hate talking about this subject, but I didn't move to America because of my dad passing, there's more to it than that. You see, well.. I have lost track of time by now, but, between the ages of thirteen and now.. I have been an anorexic. I've fallen to the disease more than once, though. I may or may not have mentioned the pressure I felt back then.. Living in a city with an upbeat nightlife, where the beaches are always popular and all the tourists pick apart everyone.. I felt the need to look like what people expected. I almost lusted for being thin, and this was when I was maybe twelve.. I mean, what the hell? .. I fell down and my dad saw it, he knew I needed help when I was just blooming. I ate very little around my family, and well.. You know the disease. I was rehabilitated for the , as they put it, 'addiction'. I came out at a borderline healthy weight and I relapsed. I didn't know it was possible, but.. I did, I had to go back to rehab two years later, when I was about fifteen, and I couldn't take it. I came out and everyone was looking at me like I did something wrong, like.. I was a mutant. Therefore my mother got a hold of my aunt and I was gone before sixteen. When I looked moderately normal. Another thing about it? I tend to fall back to it, for a couple days before I fall back to it. From my run in with the disease, I have gotten anemia, and bruise easily, my energy level fluctuates very easily and I tend to get set back and I have problems keeping my body temperature regulated.. Of course, I just make up excuses to cover those. No one knows it, and they're too closed minded to put it together.. I tell you this in utter confidence.

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She told him that she would come, she really wasn't kidding.. Did he think she was? Oh god, lets hope not.. What if he wasn't actually there, what if he was pulling her leg just to make a joke out of it? Shitshitshit... Rushed through Kenzie's head multiple times, causing her to bite deeply on her lip.
...But, on the off chance that he was here... it would still be as awkward as it could be if he hadn't shown up. Hell, did she even know his name? Turnbull? That's just gotta be a nickname.. Hopefully he will respond well to it.. BUT, he did offer snow angels, and anyone who lies about snow angels is no friend of Mackenzie's.

She'd taken her time to come to the 'Las Vegas Skii & Snowboarding Resort', a place she'd never been before, though had heard of once or twice before; never had she seen a snowboarding activity, not in real life that is--nothing like this. She saw the Olympics before--and it really did look interesting on TV, even tried once, but, it wasn't around many people.. But, what about when someone got hurt? How is she to act? Just shrug it off and wait for the next person, or take her time to worry? What 'moves' were impressive, because, standing up on a snowboard was amazing to her; she wasn't really able to do it on a board standing still, let alone moving down a hill and going off RAMPS? What the hell...

So, as she moved slowly forward entering the large crowds of people, she eyed them lightly, trying to choose between who was there to watch, and who was there to participate. Many people had on heavy gear, goggles and thick jackets, heavy pants and large boots; it was quite the sight for the girl, it had just added to the awkwardness from earlier. Her eyes scanned through the thick amount of people, the number seemed to multiply every minute, searching for the only thing she could remember about the boy from earlier; His thick red hair? For her, it was the universal sign of Turnbull, one of the only tings she could remember about the almost-complete-stranger.

She passed through groups of people, some wearing shirts with names she hadn't recognized on them, most of the similar-dressed ones stood in a group, leaving her as a kind of outcast. Not like that was a new feeling to Kenzie, but, there didn't seem to be much about Turnbull. Maybe it was 'cause he had been a local, or so she thought--were some of these people famous? What an odd feeling. Though, she continued with a smile on her face, keeping her attitude casual and tried making it seem like she had a purpose being there. Really, she was only mindlessly wandering until she found what she was looking for; the red hair that anyone could be distracted by.

Her stomach felt like it twisted as she saw it, not like one of those 'Oh shit, there he is thing' in a negative way, but.. She didn't remember ever knowing him, and it was just odd. Really, Kenzie was shocked he was there; just sitting there. So, once she worked up the nerve to continue, she eyed all that was around him; the food, the jacket--his helmet before looking at his face. "Uh.. hey.." she managed to let out, with a smile on her face. Her stance just shouted awkward, causing her to grab a close chair and sit across from the red-head. Really, this didn't make her feel anymore casual. "H--How're you?" she added, a lame attempt to start a conversation. Her hand snaked its way up her jacket sleeve, fiddling with the bracelets hiding under it.

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