Post by Zoey Williams on May 5, 2009 18:32:40 GMT -5
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue, it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
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After the numerous days of running around this place, along with others around the world that had far longed her stay too much, Zoey had returned. Her reddish-orange hair flared as she ran across the forests of wherever she was at. This was too much for her, but hey, she wanted a new place to be at, let alone try something new for once. I mean, she had already been to most of Asia, partial of Africa, and to Australia. Her next step was America. Being born is Ireland, and well, living there til change do her part, she hasn’t traveled over to America ever. So this was a basically new trip for her. Her golden eyes gleamed as she took different directions, and let the sun hit a bit on her face, making her glow a bit. The sun disappeared, then traveled on further to her next destination. She didn’t know where she would stop, but hey, she wanted to travel, so let her be.
At first, she had planned to go to Alaska, just to get some bears like in China. But she changed her mind quickly as she went towards a different direction. Washington State had came to her head then. Finding her place swiftly, she entered the state. Now it was time to be more human and well, act like one for that matter. She found herself around the Seattle area. With how she was, she quite enjoyed the city, spacious and well, free actually. A small grin had appeared on her pale face. She quickly ran into a store, seeing that the sun was coming out. Well, since the store had apparently had the style she liked, she went looking through it anyways. It kept her busy… Right?
So, your probably wondering about her? Her name is Zoey Williams. She is seventeen, and has been that way for atleast 10 years. Her reddish-orange locks proved that she was Irish, let along with some German flaws. Born and Raised in Ireland as well. Her parents were farmers and her brothers were well, city-workers that brought home money as well. She was the baby in the family as you can say. Life was simple for them as well. Seeing as they always had friends over and well, were basically humans you can say. As long as she was over the bar counter, on St. Patricks day, she could go to Dublin and drink. Well, what do you expect from an Irish Folk? And don’t worry, she isn’t a leprechaun, though she does believe in luck and luck giving her everything she had wanted.
It was around the time ten years go she had gotten changed. Her mother held a secret as her father well, had to keep the secret. Her mother is a decent, well, truly think about it in ways, but was a decent from the Irish Coven that helped so many years ago with the battle of Renesmee Cullen. Yep, shes one of them. Her mother was indeed a decent vampire. Her father was human, so it basically meant that only Zoey would become a half breed. Her brothers on the other hand, well, they didn’t get no half and half. How this had happen was basically simple, when her mom had her, some of her mothers venom went with Zoey. That’s how Zoey grew so fast, but she was 17, so it worked out at the end that she would stay seventeen forever, though her age age would actually increase as the years go on. To keep her family safe, she would have to leave.
How she left was hard, but it was meant to. The Volturi would have ends on their case if they knew she stayed there. But she is keeping her Irish decent with her 100 percent. Her accent still goes along with everything. Zoey mused now. She left the store with atleast two bags. This was something she had to figure out. What to do and was she going to stay around this city? Her only guess was that she could stay. But then she had to remember something about this place too. A coven resided here as well. The Cullens and whoever else was apart of that family now. And knowing herself, she would have to register herself at the high school, to make it seem like she was a teenager going through high school. Her mother told her all the steps, lying about your age, stay until your supposedly 22, then leave again and repeat in the next city she goes too. This was a fact of life for her, though her mother stopped, stating that she stayed working at the farm.
Her mother did have a choice however. Within a grant from the Volturi, her mom could change her dad to be like them. Zoey didn’t like the idea, but thinking of death to her dad would kill her herself. But her mother loved the idea, and wished to do it. She would just have to talk to Aro about it more then before. Zoey sighed now. Being a half breed had its good points and low points. A good point? She could eat human food too. A low point? She isn’t a full breed vampire liked she wished. Zoey made a new stop, this time over to a local food place she had seen, well, wanted to try at the most. Her petite self walked in, waltzing a bit as she walked. Her Irish accent came through, only asking for a salad at this moment. Once getting her own stuff, she went over and sat. Truly, she didn’t think about anything more like how to fit in. But this was the best she could do really. Zoey at her salad in peace, then quickly threw the remains of it away, making her way now slowly around the city again, just debating on what to do.
With her bags in her hand, she roamed around still. It would possibly be a good idea to phone her mother about this. Just stating what she could do. But knowing her mother, it would come out as “Go talk to the Cullen’s, they possibly can give you a place to stay.” Which why would she intrude on that family? Besides, they were such gratitude with the Irish Coven when they helped with Nessie, so why shouldn’t they work along well with Zoey now? With her left hand, she pulled out her phone, looking at the time and called her mother. I told you already Zoey, talk to the Cullen’s. They gave us great gratitude, they should return the favor and let you stay for as long as you need too. Her mom chimed through the phone. Zoey shook her head. After all, it was worth a try. Where would I find them mother? Zoey asked flatly.
After the little talk, Zoey put her phone away, and went on this hunt for the Cullen Residence. Let alone if they were still in Forks or wherever her mother had said they were at. Hesitating a little, she went on with her low walks. She was staying around the city until she had no choice but to go to the residence. A hand went through her fiery hair and went back down to her side. Her other hand while still holding the bags, dug into her hoodie pocket, resting in the fabric. The same hand that played with her hair hung loosely out in the open. The bracelets that sat on her arm, didn’t hug her wrist, but laid there loose. Zoey went on walking, without a decision, she didn’t know what now she could do, let alone what she can expect now from anyone.. Or anything.
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