- Messages
- 811
- OOC First Name
- Micah
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Walnut Wand 14 1/2" Essence of Vampire Blood
- Age
- 8/2012
Aimee checked the street sign for the third time in as many minutes confirming that she was in fact in the right place; it was merely a pathetic attempt to calm her frazzled nerves. The long anticipated day had arrived; she was finally going to meet her birth father. A seemingly joyous occasion some would think but the anxiety that she was going to be rejected outweighed any joy that she had previously felt. She didn't think she was going to be able to face Annalie if she was turned away, her adoptive sister would never let her hear the end of it if she came home again. Clutched the well thumbed and slightly wrinkled letter tightly in her shaking hand for fear of losing it she slowly made her way down the deserted footpath. Aimee noted the evenly trimmed lawns and neat flower beds bursting with colour, it all screamed 'Upper middle class!' but despite this the young woman sighed happily, it fit her expectations perfectly.
"24...26...28...30" Stopping Aimee turned to look at the small suburban split level in front of her. She grinned; its clean exterior painted in shades of blue and white made it seem homey. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the bright red swing set on the front lawn and Aimee's heart dropped, settling somewhere close to her stomach 'kids' she thought nervously. Swallowing the rising lump in her throat the nervous teen approached the pale blue door, standing in front of she looked down and brushed the dust from her jeans and tucked her hair behind her ears. Forcing a smile onto her face she knocked on its pale blue surface, silently praying that he was going to be home. Hearing footsteps through the wood she sucked in a breath and held it.
<i></i>"24...26...28...30" Stopping Aimee turned to look at the small suburban split level in front of her. She grinned; its clean exterior painted in shades of blue and white made it seem homey. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the bright red swing set on the front lawn and Aimee's heart dropped, settling somewhere close to her stomach 'kids' she thought nervously. Swallowing the rising lump in her throat the nervous teen approached the pale blue door, standing in front of she looked down and brushed the dust from her jeans and tucked her hair behind her ears. Forcing a smile onto her face she knocked on its pale blue surface, silently praying that he was going to be home. Hearing footsteps through the wood she sucked in a breath and held it.