Shayleigh Rayne Lahote
Twisted Rogues member since 3/20/12
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Well, I'm back in La Push... even though I had told myself I would never come back here after my parents were killed. I guess I am superstitious that I will end up dead, too. Though, come to think of it, it is inevitable. Everyone dies. So it's not that bad. To put it lightly, I have a very chipper outlook on life. Right.
After my parents died, I took off. I transferred to a school in Oregon, where my mom's best friend lived. Things started to get easier. I finally coped with my parents' death and even actually started dating someone. However, all good things have to come to an end, right? Shit happens. One lesson I've learned though, is that nobody is going to take the token white girl's word on the reservation, so I have kept my mouth shut. Okay, so I've learned more than one lesson, because I also figured out that bottling shit up, doesn't work well in the long run, nor does hitting the bottle... hard. That's about the time I took off. I couldn't stay where I was, I had to get away from that place, where I could breath. I spent a year drifting, never spending more than a month in a single place until I got to Forks High School. I managed to stay there for a semester and once again started to trust people. I trusted one in particular - trusted him enough to confide in him about what had bothered me so much back in Oregon; he definitely though I was a liar, I think he even wanted to commit me for being a pathological liar. That was my last day in a school. Fine by me. Schools are just too structured for me anyway. I need my freedom to do what I want and drink whatever I want, when I want. Unfortunately, at the ripe old age of 17, that's a little difficult. Upon coming back to La Push, I used some of my parents' money they'd left me to get a place to live... well, it's a shack really. But it's my shack. Regardless, I'm attempting to pull my life together. Like my mom used to tell me, I'm not getting any younger, so I might as well pull my shit together. I'm currently working at the local boxing gym and taking full advantage of the opportunity to beat the hell out of a boxing bag whenever I want to let go of some stress. It helps having my best friend Caroline at the gym, with her teaching her kick boxing classes, it makes life easier. A friendly face, the person I am closest to trusting in my life. The past three weeks have been interesting, to say the least, as I have been settling back in, but things are starting to look up. Who knows, maybe I can actually put down some roots and meet someone that will give me a reason to trust others and stay put for once. I guess we'll see... |