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ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu.
{.{ n a m e }.}• "Bennie. Inspired by Bennie and the Jets."
{.{ g e n d e r }.}
[ Her parents thought it would be cute. And
guess what. It was. And a plus? Bennie and
the Jets was the song they danced to when
first meeting at an Elton John concert. Ironic?
No, more like sentimental. She personally likes
the name and is pleased when she can tell some-
one that yes, her name indeed means more than
a meer name. ]• "You've wounded my pride, soldier."
{.{ a g e }.}
[ I can say without a doubt in my mind that
dear Bennie is indeed a female, girl, woman,
whatever you wanna call it. True, she does
have a boy's name, and teachers do get
confused when they give out role call and see
a girl responding to the name 'Bennie' but she
has all the parts to say she's a girl. She's not
the type to show things off like that, so no
proof will be given; you'll just have to take
her word for it. ]• "They say the teen years are tough."
{.{ r a n k }.}
[ Luckily for Ben, she's more than half way
through with them. She's just reached the age
of eighteen, so no parents control her and she
doesnt have to continue with school. She was
born on a cold afternoon, on the fourth of
February in 1994. Inspite all the freedoms that
come with her age, a part of her doesnt want
such freedoms, though it makes being a wolf
much, much easier. She wants to be a child
again, to go back to the fifth grade and not
have any responsibilities. She wants to be
grounded once more. Young. ]• "I'm the new girl in town, no pack."
{.{ t r a i t s }.}
[ She came to town last week, her biter and
old alpha belonging to another pack that perished
by the hunters. She is currently a lone wolf, but
her hopes like with joining Aaron's pack. As much
as she loved it before, she's tired of running rogue
and lone. She's ready to settle down again and
grow relationships with some actual humans not
the other wolves in the forest she lived in for so
many months and year. ]• "Take me as I am or don't take me at all."
{.{ l o v e . l i f e }.}
[ She's got some good qualities to herself.
One of them being her compassion. Her heart to
many people is one to worship. She is also very
quaint, easy going and optimistic towards just
about everything. However, she has alot of poor
qualities. For instance, she has a tendancy to follow
others' lead instead of taking her own road, or
get angered by the simplest things, or lie more
than say the truth, or even exaggerate too much.
She's still a great person to be around. You've just
got to be as open minded as she is. ]• "Let's skip this question."
[ Bennie is heterosexual, interested in guys
rather than in girls. She is currently not in a
relationship nor does she have a crush. She
doesn't plan on having one. ]
ѕσ тєℓℓ мє ωнαт нαρρєηє∂.
{.{ h i s t o r y }.}
- • "I can't say I hate it."
[ On the evening of my transformation, I have to admit I was so scared, but, for a different reason. My parents were right down the hall. What if I lost control of myself? What if I... At the time I couldnt bear bring myself to think of what might have happened. That's why I sprang out my window when I knew my time for the shifting was on its near way. I can still hear Estella's whimpering after I dissapeared; she's always been a people dependant person. You see, I knew this was going to happen. Heck, I asked for it. You see, I'm a very open minded person. Observant too, as some friends of mine used to say about me. Wait, umm, this story is getting all jumbled up. Can I start from the beginning?
June seventeenth, two thousand and one. I know this sounds corney but the first day those girls who ruled the junglegym accepted me into their little group was the same day I was introduced to Jeremy Rowlee. I swere, I had never seen him before then, and this was probably because he was a transfer student, and the first day he came to school, I day I happened to be absent, he had had to go home early with this strange sickness. As his parents had explained to the elementary school office, "think of it as a girl getting her cycle in fifth grade. early bloomer." I didn't pay much attention to that though, because the day the girls accepted me was his day back. He was so... cute, I have to admit. I fell head over heels, and I think he did for me, the best of friends we became. For all the rest of fifth grade we ate together in the cafeteria and sat and talked at the picnic benches all lunch and recess. The magic of fifth grade, huh? Well our relationship lasted all through middle school, all the way up to junior year, both of us still top of the leagues as social status went. Jeremy, his very athletic self, not captain but co-captian of the football team, regular member of te basketball team, and goalie for the water polo team, me captain of the water polo varsity team, most known and one with most friends in the school, and an occassional member for the dance team. Neither of us were snotty like the kind of popular teens you see in the movies. No, me and Jer were humble, treating everyone around us as our own friends.
Well, I think its safe to say now that Jeremy had been a werewolf since the fifth grade, hense why he was gone for so long, his body was just recognizing the genes passed down from his parents. I was oblivios of all this through middle school, and when freshmen year hit I was beginning to grow restless with suspicion about our whole situation. I know, I must have sounded so crazy to my friends when I was going on about how I thought my boyfriend was some mythical creature only heard about in books and movies. I mean, could you blame me? During full moons, he was never around. He had some wierd strength, hense all the sports teams he committed himself to. He had this pack orientated self about him; he always put his friends and family first, which I used to think was sweet, but after time it seemed to me that it was more of an instinct to shield his mother or sister or whoever even when it meant his life could be taken away.
Name one girl who hasnt gotten nosy when it came to her boyfriend. I mean, I should have trusted him more; we'd been together since the fifth grade, but a part of my was eager to find out what exactly he wa hiding from me, his best friend. I hid on his room, right outside his bedroom window, where we used to meet at night, and found him in his room, shifting into a giant werewolf. Obviously he saw me after and explained to me everything. He was the alpha of his own werewolf pack, and who were the other werewolves? The people who were around me everyday. My whole circle of friends were werewolves except me. I told him I wanted to join, and the night he bit me he and his pack were all killed by a werewolf hunter.
The night that I shifted I ran away. I went rogue, living in solely my wolf form for as long as I can remember, Estella padding along at my side in our destinationless walks. Now, even the taste of elk flesh doesnt even taste that gross anymore. I'd gotten tired of stealing from humans; to see the desperation on their faces was just too much. I became all wolf; and then, I found Ashland. After scoping the land for some time, I found Aaron Lowell was a werewolf, alpha of a pack of his own. I've admitted myself to Bayonne high school, gotten myself a very, very small apartment, bought Estella a little bed to sleep in [ I sleep on the couch, not affording a bed ], and set myself up for a chance to no longer be a lone wolf. ]
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form idea [c] Kat.
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form idea [c] Kat.
