I love u, baby...I'm sorry I scared u, but I have to do this. I can't live without you, and I'll make sure you realize that. I'm watching you. -You're Admirer.

 

July 15th, 2012

      I drove my vintage, cherry red ride out of the town of Giadacross behind my dream guy's car, the roof topless as the wind circled my olive skin. I can see his smile spread across his lips from the rear view mirror, instantly contagious as I grinned back. The radio played 'Black&Gold' by Sam Sparro, my favorite song this week...causing me to relax since...well I'll get there, soon.

My black shades reflected the sun, appearing with great intensity of light, dominating the morning's foggy, gloomy vibe of a starting new day. Today was the last day of senior year, the ending chapter of my high school story. Senior year was...interesting..certainly I lacked courage in some...departments. Though, I can feel a fire inside me that's telling me that I'm a leader, instead of  a pathetic follower. I can feel it growing and I'm meant to show that heat within my writing...My true passion.

So, who am I? My name is Briana Pierce, daughter of a Spanish mother and an European father who moved to America when they were just teenagers, in love--who wanted nothing to do with me when they gave me up for adoption to this nagging woman and lazy man.

Though, my best friend of twelve years offered me a home. How do I look like? I stand at 5'6, light olive, Cuban/Bulgarian/English soft skin, mixed with an athletic structure with a small waist and large hips. My eyes were my favorite. Large, wide, light brown eyes that resembled the color of honey under thick, long lashes, and arched, Eastern Europe eyebrows. My hair was curly, color of midnight--just like my mothers, actually. it was long and rough, yet smooth if I'm careful.

Though that beauty that improved my life before school started was a curse. I asked for natural attention, only receiving disturbing...hmm well I'll let you know a bit later. 

(So what's my story? Just ask for the real deal. Chapter ONE.)