Post by dakota on Apr 6, 2013 13:56:18 GMT -5
* dakota marie ackley !
"Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us"
TWENTY | ERIKA ALTOSAAR | HOPE HARBOR | STUDENT
"Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us"
TWENTY | ERIKA ALTOSAAR | HOPE HARBOR | STUDENT
i remember it all too well
where do i even begin in my life story? i guess the day i was born would be a nice start, huh? okay. i was born in hope harbor, i've never left to add that sad bit in. my mom was the sweetest person to ever live in this town. her name was sadie ackley. she was a beloved nurse and friend. my father was always a big pessimist about me. he always doubted me and everything i did. his name is robert ackley and he is a lawyer. a big name lawyer, which makes it even worse. he always treats me like i'm a client, and i'm talking about the defendent, and that i have done something wrong. my parents somehow managed to get along even though my mom was so much different than my father, that i guess they cancelled one another out in some mathematical way. don't ask me, ask my father how that all worked out. anyways, my parents always let me pursue what i was interested in; which in short was dance. i've always been interested in dancing so my parents let me take dance classes. it's nothing like that stupid dance moms show or whatever it's called. i honestly don't think anything is like that; but i'm a realist and "reality" tv isn't at all real. but hey, that's just me. by the time i was seven, i had met my best friend, kyle. he was the greatest person ever, well, besides my mom of course. we always hung out with one another after school, i would always walk down the street to his house. we played card games, on the swing set, just pretty much anything. but one day, he didn't come to school. now, i wouldn't have worried too much about it, but if he wasn't gonna be at school, he usually would tell me the night before so i would know to collect homework for him to take it to him. i mean, we were fourteen at this time, but hey, rituals like that never get broken.
kyle had killed himself that night; an overdose on his mom's pills. his mother had developed cancer and had beat it when we were younger, but it had come back for blood this time aorund. she was put in the hospital and the night kyle had commited suicide, his mother died an hour before. his father held a funeral for both and then left town, not wanting to be in the town any longer. so, there i was. fourteen and without a best friend. my mom had always been there for me and she attempted to help me out, but something like this was hard to help with. i dealt with it in my own way, dancing and keeping to myself. i never cry so i didn't ever actually do that to try and cope with the pain. it was the biggest news around school since the bank robbery a few years back. i don't think i've ever been more noticed in my life than those few days at school. after those couple days, things went back to being normal, i went back to not being noticed, which is generally the way i like it. the teachers still pittied my though because they knew how close kyle and me were. i told them to stop feeling sorry for me and do their jobs. i shouldn't have said that because i started getting graded harder on my writing. kids who could barely talk properly, were getting better grades than i was on english papers at this point.
life got sort of back to normal after about four months. i still danced but after a while, i was too good for the moderate classes. i needed to get into advanced classes, and well, my mom jumped right at the oppertunity. my father and her started to fight a little bit on putting me into more expensive classes, but my mom still managed to get me up there anyways. so, my life was pretty normal for a few years of my life and god was it about time. however, it was the weekend of my birth and my mom wanted to take me out. i was turning seventeen in less than twenty-four hours and she wanted sort of a birthday dinner for me. on the way home, we were hit by a drunk driver. my mom was killed on impact and i was hospitialized for about three weeks. luckily, i'm still able to use all parts of my body, so that means i was still able to dance of course. however, now i was without my mom. which means, my dad got control over everything. i was taken out of dance classes and pretty much anything extra was taken away. i was just lucky that i got scholorships into college or else my father would have made me just work for the rest of my life. i still work as a dance teacher for small children, but that's not what i want to do for the rest of my life of course.
i still live with my father. i can't afford to live anywhere; hell, i couldn't afford to live under a bridge right now. my father has begun dating once again and every time he brings home a women, she's younger and more dumb than the last one. i swear, one of these days, he's going to bring home a twenty-seven year old with an IQ lower than kim kardashian or something. i just hope he gets off this kick or midlife crisis or whatever is going on, and actually treats me like his kid and not someone who just lives in the same house as him. i don't know what i'll do after college though. i really want to go to new york, but hey, i'll probably never end up leaving this town like the rest of these people. but hey, i've been wanting to get out for quite a while actually. ever since my mom died, i've dreamed of leaving to go dance for broadway or some shit like that.
i think that should do for at least my life story. if you can't tell from how i told the story, i try and be just blunt. i hate people who beat around the bush. oh, i also can't stand liars. they're just about as bad as people who beat around the bush. i try and be sarcastic to hide things. i try not to lie of course, no hypocrites here. however, i also don't trust people; it's just the realist in me. so sue me. i try not to get attached to people emotionally; emotions are dumb and useless. they just get in the way of things. i'm also really hard on myself and other people. i strive for the best and noless. i feel like a shitty infomercial right now, just so you all are aware. if you can't tell by my endless ranting, i'm a very independent person. i don't ever trust on other people to get the job done, for it's just not the way i roll. i can also get quite the temper, but hey, i get that from my mom actually. it takes a lot for me to get to the point where i actually want to yell at people though; never would i make physical contact with anyone, unless i was being attacked of course. and i try not to start the bitching because that's the last thing i need in my life.
kayla
EIGHTEEN | PM | EASTERN | SARCASTIC[/center]
it wasn't often the dakota went out of her comfort zone to go shopping. well, shopping is a relative term actually. she walked down the long streets and felt her heel on the concerte, deciding that it was time for a new pair of shoes. these red converse had been with her since her eighth grade year, so she had to admit that she had gotten quite the use out of the puppies. she just felt bad, knowing that she was just gonna throw them out, but they were so ratty and torn up, no one would want to take them into a donation store. hell, they'd probably donate shoes to her for what these shoes looked like. and that was something she did not want to happen. her last class ended and she made a b-line to the entrance of the building. she never stopped to talk to anyone, just wanting to lock herself in her room than climbing out the window to go somewhere else. her father hated it when she left the house and always found a reason to keep her there. she developed this whole sneaking out plan her seventh grade year. that's when everything started going down hill. her mom wanted her to go out and be with friends, but her father didn't like her leaving; ever. oh, dakota's room is messy? better ground her for two weeks. oh, dakota got a bad grade on a homework assignment? better ground her for a month. yeah, it was that bad.
she walked into the atheletic shoe store thing and had no idea where to go first. she had actually never been shoe shopping. the red converse were a christmas present. she walked around, looking at all the different type of shoes. she tried on just some tennis shoes, but they felt weird. probably because she had a flat foot after wearing shoes with no "support" for so long. she saw something marked "skater shoes" and she was drawn over there. she found this pair of dark blue high tops that she fell in love with instantly. she got them in her size nines and continued to look around the store. there weren't a bunch of people here today, but that's the way she liked it. her attention was drawn to the blond boy searching shelves. she grinned and walked over to him, "shouldn't you be in school?" obviously, she was joking. she knew that the high schoolers got out about the time she had her last class on these days, plus she just graduated last year.
maxxie was, well, to put it simply, the only person she had ever considered having as a dance partner. dakota never liked doing group work because she had this thing were she didn't exactly count on people to put up their end of the bargain. however, she had enjoyed maxxie's company, plus he was one hell of a dancer. she hadn't spoken to him since the last day of school last semester, but hey, she was actually glad that she had spotted the blond hair across the store. dakota didn't tend to like many people, but luckily, her bitch-y-ness didn't get in the way talking to maxxie. "so how was your summer? full of dancing i assume?" she half-smiled and held the box of shoes against her chest. she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket; probably her father telling her to get home instantly or else she would be grounded. she didn't care much for what her father had to say.
she walked into the atheletic shoe store thing and had no idea where to go first. she had actually never been shoe shopping. the red converse were a christmas present. she walked around, looking at all the different type of shoes. she tried on just some tennis shoes, but they felt weird. probably because she had a flat foot after wearing shoes with no "support" for so long. she saw something marked "skater shoes" and she was drawn over there. she found this pair of dark blue high tops that she fell in love with instantly. she got them in her size nines and continued to look around the store. there weren't a bunch of people here today, but that's the way she liked it. her attention was drawn to the blond boy searching shelves. she grinned and walked over to him, "shouldn't you be in school?" obviously, she was joking. she knew that the high schoolers got out about the time she had her last class on these days, plus she just graduated last year.
maxxie was, well, to put it simply, the only person she had ever considered having as a dance partner. dakota never liked doing group work because she had this thing were she didn't exactly count on people to put up their end of the bargain. however, she had enjoyed maxxie's company, plus he was one hell of a dancer. she hadn't spoken to him since the last day of school last semester, but hey, she was actually glad that she had spotted the blond hair across the store. dakota didn't tend to like many people, but luckily, her bitch-y-ness didn't get in the way talking to maxxie. "so how was your summer? full of dancing i assume?" she half-smiled and held the box of shoes against her chest. she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket; probably her father telling her to get home instantly or else she would be grounded. she didn't care much for what her father had to say.
We can’t wait to get to know you and Dakota. Again, welcome to All Too Well.