Now I'm stealing her body and taking it home.
There is always one more fall.
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age Nineteen
birthday March 3
current location Kearney, Nebraska
heritage German and Scottish
sexuality (closeted) bisexual
height / weight 5'5" / slender, 115 lb
hair A warm brown shade, soft, cut boyishly short
eyes Deep moss green
piercings None
tattoos A small fairy tattooed on the inside of her left wrist
family
father Richard Lore
siblings Elias Petro (9, foster brother)
Terrance Lore (13, younger brother)
I think one of the best decisions my parents ever made was choosing to take in foster kids. My mom always wanted a big family. She tried to start one, but it didn't work out so well. My dad had to get a vasectomy after my little brother was born, and from there any thoughts of having another child died out. So they decided to do foster care, not only for this reason, but also because... well, my mom just liked to help people, I guess. She wanted to help those kids. She wanted to be able to provide a home for them and make them feel safe when they had nowhere else to go. She's good at it, too.
Before my parents started doing the foster care thing, they had three kids of their own. Their first child was Jeremiah, a beautiful little boy who, if he were still alive, would be in his early twenties right now. Unfortunately, Jeremiah didn't live long. He was a very premature baby and he had heart problems and ended up dying within a few months of being born. It was sad, I guess. I don't know. I wasn't born yet. I feel sorry for my parents, but at least they still had the ability to have more kids back then. And so they did.
A few years later, I was born. Being their only child at the time, my parents pretty much spoiled me. They paid attention to me even when I didn't want it; I was never neglected. I was given everything I ever asked for, so I guess you could say I had a pretty good childhood. I can't complain. I had a bunch of neat friends. I did well in school. People liked me, at least. It was fun while it lasted. Six years later, Terrance was born. Now thirteen, my "baby" brother is a bit of a pest. He's basically a robot, obediently following the path that his friends lead him down, not even thinking of the risks. He's very opinionated, though. He doesn't like a lot of things, especially the stuff his friends get him into. Or the foster care stuff we do.
He says that he doesn't like it or the kids we take in because of jealousy. I guess you can't blame him for that. I've noticed too how our parents don't pay as much attention to us anymore. But I don't say anything about it because I know they still love us, and it's not like they're purposely neglecting us or anything like that. Foster kids need that attention after what most of them go through. Like Elias, the boy we're taking care of currently. He's nine, and he is the most adorable little thing I've ever seen. He's tiny, with naturally grayish-blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He's emotionally unstable and very dependent on other people, because his parents didn't really want him. I feel so sad for him, because he's so young.
I don't mind being a part of all this. It's stressful and heartbreaking sometimes, knowing what these kids have been through, but I've always had a good life. Why not contribute to make theirs better? It makes me feel better about myself, actually. Like I'm making a difference in someone's life. And that is why I don't give up on these kids. Making them feel better is worth putting up with their shit whenever they get complicated, you know? It's a very... satisfying feeling to know you helped someone. I like to hold it close.
random other details:
♯♯ graduated from high school at seventeen, she's currently a sophomore--soon to be junior--in college, majoring in music history, literature and theory. the college she attends is close to home, about thirty minutes to an hour away, because she prefers to stay close to her family and likes to help out with the foster kid stuff. she moved out last year, however, and now resides in an apartment building with three others, because it's closer to campus. her bedroom back home has remained untouched, even though she's given her parents permission to let a foster kid use it.
♯♯ she knows a lot about all sorts of musical equipment, but the only instrument she actually plays is the drums. to note, she has a drum set in her room, along with quite a few amps, a bass and electric guitar, and an old accordion (inherited from her grandfather). she can sing as well.
♯♯ she can speak fluent german.
♯♯ she's a huge movie buff. her stash of dvds and vhs tapes take up a whole bookshelf in her room, which is about three times the size of her cd collection, not including the various old records she has hanging on her walls. her favorite genre is old horror movies, her second favorite being biographies.
♯♯ she doesn't like talking about herself and usually tries to avoid having to do so at all costs. she doesn't see herself as a very interesting person. (hence why the spoken part of this desc. fails to describe her :D)
likes_
polaroid pictures
the stars at night
petting zoos
famous quotations
watching the sunset
helping others
tight spaces
old-fashioned tvs
sleeping in late
dislikes_
reflections
shadows in the dark
cheesy catch phrases
bad grammar
plane flights
elevator shafts
awkward silences
bad decisions