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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:53 pm
You may include pictures at the beginning.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 9:49 pm
- Spencer's Story -
( Xlll )
 Midnight. Several weeks have passed since his escape from what Spencer called prison. He spent half of his life since his recent foster parents sent him back to the adoption center for "unusual behavior". Spencer knew he couldn't have been human since the first incident at the age of seven. Apparently, smashing a plasma-screen TV with bare fists and jumping a three story building was improbable. Inhuman behavior? More like demigod behavior! Bummer.
Spencer never knew his parents. All he knew was that whoever was watching him at the time put him into a foster home at a very young age. Maybe two? Three? That was besides the point. He never knew what family was or what it was like to have a father. Not to mention a mother. His life was an ongoing constant struggle. No one ever wanted to adopt him into their family, for he was considered an outsider.
Thus ending his early childhood, he was alone. By the time he was nine, he was beaten by his first foster father for killing the family cat. Who knew hugs were deadly? His abuse set him to a coma. The coma lasted approximately two months. Comatose, period.
His second and third foster family were both married couples with no children. Not much of a surprise to Spencer. He knew that either way, whether he tried his best to be good or not, he would be sent back. Sure enough, those couples probably never had children of their own due to Spencer! After all, who would want a child when a ten year old rips the heads off of collectible barbies? And even eat sharpies? Surprisingly, Spencer said that the sharpies he managed to eat were "stale". Whoop-de-doo.
Finally, on one night in his foster home, Spencer was ready to leave. Run. Escape. Flee. He knew he didn't belong with humans who couldn't accept him for he was. A Demigod! With three strikes from his adoptive parents, Spencer ripped apart his papers and forms. He was sick and tired of being called a freak. He wanted to be with those who could understand him. Without another moment's hesitation, Spencer threw himself out of the window. His escape wasn't exactly called for, but it figured. Why couldn't you smash stuff without getting in trouble for it? It's not like he'd get in trouble for it anyways, because there's nothing that the staff could do about it!
"To freedom!"
[ I'd love someone's opinion about this. I'm thinking of making Spencer a character to roleplay with. c; should i? ]
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 9:45 am
It's pretty good. If you want to make it a character, than you can if you want.....you made me want to eat some sharpies xD....*gnaws on a purple sharpie*
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:33 pm
i was thinking of something bad to eat and I found a sharpie on my desk. xD Thanks c:
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