"I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not suppose to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do, and I'm not supposed to say this, but I'm still in love with you."
Username:
Shimmerleaf
Kennel Number:
Kennel 6
Name [of pet]:
Alyssa | Heather
Greek; "the sane one" | Old English; "a flower name"
Nickname[s]
Ally, Lyssa | Heath
Gender [of pet]:
Female | Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Fox/Wolf Cross
Sexual Orientation:
Lesbian | Lesbian
Personality [of pet]:
Alyssa:
Alyssa has a big heart, but it's definitely got a "Handle With Care" sign on it. She's always thinking about others, and how she can help. In fact, she feels guilty when she thinks about herself too much. She tries to see the best in people, but sometimes that's just impossible. She may lend her heart to anyone she thinks needs it, but she'll only truly give her heart to those she trusts completely. And if she trusts you completely and gives you her heart, and you betray her, she'll never forget. She values friendship higher than anything, and if she is betrayed by a friend, she'll begin to cry, though quietly. She's not good at hiding her emotions, and often it's easy to tell if she's happy or sad. She is, surprisingly, an amazing lier, though she hates lying, as she believes that honesty is the best policy. She'll only lie if she's positive that it's best for everyone. Alyssa is quite intelligent, though she never brags about it. She believes in staying true to yourself, which is why she admits to herself that she is lesbian. However, this does not mean that she wants to flaunt it, nor does this mean she believes in outing others. She'd rather have two amazing friends than 200 semi-friends.
Heather:
Heather's biggest goal in life is to be popular and to fit in. She doesn't want to be the odd one out, ever. This means she will do whatever it takes to be "normal". She wants to fit the highschool-girl stereotype- pretty, popular, and supposedly good at everything, with the best boyfriend and the best parties. She tries to hang out with the popular girls instead of the one girl who used to be her best friend: Alyssa. Heather refuses to believe that there's any chance she's anything but straight, and she'll go around being mean to her former friends and dating boys just because they're popular to prove that she's not weird or different. When she begins to have feelings for Alyssa, she pushes them away, telling herself that she's just feeling pity for a geeky kid. But deep inside, she misses her friends and the person she used to be. She desperately wants to go back to the days when she'd never heard of cliques and "popular" and stereotypes and homosexuality.
Background/History [of pet]:
When We Were Young
Young minds are always so naive. They don't understand the world around them. They don't know about cancer or smoking. They don't know about prejudice, racism, and homophobia. They see the world as a beautiful place, a place of joy and freedom. They tend to see the good in everyone, and overlook the bad in any situation. They are completely innocent, never with bad intentions.
We were young once, too. There was a time before the drama, before the hatred and heartbreak. There was a time when we were happy third graders, enjoying our lives and believing that nothing bad would ever happen. We thought we'd be best friends forever. We thought we'd never, ever fight.
We thought wrong.
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"It's my turn to use the glue stick!"
"Alright, here it is." A small white paw reached out to grab the desired glue stick, its chubby little fingers wrapping around the stick. Alyssa picked up the glue stick and placed it in my paw. Our paws touched, and I smiled.
"Thanks, Ally," I said, a large smile breaking out across my face. Alyssa grinned shyly as our hands moved away from each other and I attempted to pull the cap off the glue stick. I tugged and tugged, grimacing, but I couldn't seem to get it off. I held it back towards Alyssa. "Ally, help with the cap?"
Alyssa gently took the glue stick and placed her left paw on top of the cap, holding the stick with her right paw. She twisted the cap, and it popped off and fell on the floor. "Oh, so that's how you do it!" I exclaimed, and Alyssa giggled quietly before handing the opened glue stick back to me.
We were sitting at a small red table in the basement of Alyssa's house. The chairs, like the table, were brightly colored, as were the walls. It truly was a "hang-out" for third graders. We were making Valentine's Day cards for school. I smeared glue from the glue stick on the back of the piece of paper in front of me and flipped the sticky paper over, placing it over another piece of paper. Placing the glue stick back on the table, I expertly rubbed on the paper to smooth out the lumps of glue and get it to stick.
Alyssa looked up at me from her project. "Who's that one for?" she asked quietly. I looked up at her, then pulled the card I had just made off the table, putting it into my backpack.
"Uh... no one..." I began, but Alyssa saw right through it. "Oh fine, it's for you, but I don't want you to see it yet," I laughed when she gave me the questioning stare. Alyssa smiled back at me.
"Alright. I can't wait to see it."
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Sitting at the blue table, the table in the back corner of the classroom, I clutched my bag of handmade valentines to my chest. I was excited to hand them out, but worried people wouldn't like them. I had spent so much time on them, especially on Heather's. Heather was the best best friend ever, and she deserved a super duper special card.
I looked over to the green table and saw Heather sitting in one of the small, green, plastic chairs belonging to that table. Our eyes met, and she gave me a confident smile. I saw that she, too, had a pile of valentines in front of her. My mind flashed back to the days we had spent in my basement working on the cards. I then recalled that Heather hadn't wanted to show me the card she was making me. I was now very curious to find out what surprise she was hiding.
The teacher picked up a little bell on her desk and rung it, signaling the time to hand out valentines. I stood up with all the other third graders in my class and moved from seat to seat, placing my valentines delicately in their appropriate places. Soon, I was left with just one in my hand. Heather's.
The classroom was noisy as my classmates wandered around, handing out cards and chatting about their favorite cartoons. I turned around and found myself face to face with Heather. I gazed into her pretty green eyes and realized that they were the color of heather. Glancing down, I realized that she had only one card left. I knew it was mine.
Heather smiled shyly, and so did I. We just stared at each other for a few minutes. Then Heather spoke up. "Happy Valentines' Day," she whispered softly. I blinked and just continued to stare at her. Then my hand extended towards her, holding the card. Heather did the same thing. We slowly swapped cards, never taking our eyes off one another.
Finally, I looked down at the card in my hands. On the front was a big heart, drawn in red and pink glitter. In the center of the heart, it said, "Hethr and Aly." I opened up the card carefully. On the inside was a picture drawn in blue crayon. It was of two girls holding hands. I realized that the two girls were us. It said, "I Love You!!!"
My eyes were tearing up as I looked up to see Heather reading my card. On the front, I had written "Happy V-Day". On the inside, it said simply, "I love you, Heather." There was a picture of a purple heart on a chain on the back. I noticed that Heather's eyes looked blurry, too. I put the card down gently on the table. Heather did the same.
Without thinking, I ran to give Heather a hug. She must have been thinking the same thing, because her arms were open. We embraced, crying silent tears of joy. Heather whispered in my ear, "I love you forever and ever, Ally."
I whispered back, "I love you too, Heather. You're the best friend ever, and I want to be your friend forever."
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Cocoa and Cuddles
The fire in the fireplace crackled, sending heat through the chilly living room. Snow fell heavily outside, covering the world in a white blanket. However, the two shapes lying curled up on a soft rug on the floor beside the fireplace were oblivious to the vast whiteness of the world outside.
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Her fur was so soft, and the room was so warm, and the cocoa was so sweet... I wanted to live in this moment forever. Christmas truly is a magical time. It's a time of warmth, a time of friendship... a time of love.
I reached my paw out of the blanketed bundle that Ally and I were and grabbed my mug of hot cocoa off the table. I brought it to my lips to take a sip. It was sweet, warm, and smooth... like what I pictured a kiss to feel like. I had always thought about kisses, as I knew teenagers did it all the time. Being only 10, I couldn't count myself as a teenager yet, but I was almost there. The funny thing was, I never thought about kissing boys. Whenever I thought of kissing, it was always the same person...
My thoughts trailed off as Ally sleepily nuzzled against me. I smiled and kissed the top of her head gently.
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I Hate You
Middle school changes people. The peer pressure can make friends into enemies. Cliques are formed, outcasts are chosen, and the bullying begins. To be seen as anything but normal is certain death.
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The first day of middle school was truly terrifying. I walked down the long halls nervously, and everyone was staring at me. I reached out for Heather's paw, and we linked ourselves together. When I was with her, I felt safer, like no one could hurt me. I clutched my books close to my chest, and I was suddenly back to a day in third grade... Valentine's Day. I remembered clutching my valentines in the same spot. I remembered the tears in my eyes as I read the valentines Heather had worked so hard to make me. I remembered the warmth of Heather's hug...
I was jerked back to the present by the feeling of cold hands against my shoulder. Heather's paw was ripped from mine as my body was slammed into a locker. The impact made me go numb, and I slid to the floor, panting heavily. I heard a gasp from Heather as she rushed over to me, trying to help me up. A raspy voice sneered, "Sucker."
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I walked down the Foreign Language hallway, trying to duck between the burly jocks and the jappy cheerleaders, as well as trying to avoid the "popular girls", who I knew would take any opportunity to torture me. Glancing at the end of the hall, I saw that I was unsuccessful. The group of girls was headed in my direction. I was about to turn and run when I saw something that made my stomach drop. Heather was standing in the center of the group of girls. I was worried, but then I thought, 'She can help me!' I smiled and waved to Heather, beginning to move towards them, but the look of ice she gave me made me stop dead in my tracks. I was frozen as they moved closer and closer to me. I kept my eyes locked on Heather.
I was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and thrown into a locker. I looked up to see Heather and the other girls standing over me. "Heather..." I whispered, but she didn't blink.
One of the girls sneered, "Loser." Then they left.
I Love You
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Use [for pet]:
Theme Song:
Open Your Heart- Madonna
I immediately thought of this song when looking at them. Especially since they have those lock and key earrings.
An Interview:
Turkey Wolf
Super Mega Ultra WIP
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