Post by CONNOR ALED THORPE on May 27, 2010 18:21:09 GMT
connor aled thorpe , -----------------
------------------------------- EIGHTEEN , VAMPIRE , MAFIA SUPPORTER , SELFISH.
"MY TOWN WAS BLIND FROM REFINERY SUN, MY GENERATION IS ZERO, I NEV
ER MADE IT AS A WORKING CLASS HERO. ---------------------------------------------"
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JOURNAL ENTRY: DATE: DECEMBER EIGHTH 1935
dear journal, happy eighteenth birthday to me, eh? nobody has even noticed. apart from cricket, obviously. my best friend has been prepared for this day for three months. i've told him to calm it but he won't listen to me. i'm lucky to have a friend like him, though. seriously. he's like a one in a million. cricket took my to this really cool place called 'the laZer zone'. it's where all these things come out with.. well, lasers. he paid for me and everything. too bad my mother and step-father couldn't care less about whether i'd turned a year older or not, though. i miss my father. he wouldn't forget. i don't actually know where my demon parents have gone. probably to some hotel where they're away from me for the rest of the night. cricket's staying over, though. he promised he'd be there for me, always. cricket always keeps his word. so it's just connor thorpe and trevor lewis. norris and vernon, forever. (:
DATE: DECEMBER NINTH 1935
dear journal, i can't feel my head. my mother and step-father still haven't come home. cricket's still asleep, snoring like nothing i've ever heard before. he's got some serious problems, that kid. haha. so after i've cleared up my hangover, got ready and then cricket's done the same, we're off out to the park to meet up with brian and alex. then we're all going to see a movie. don't know what yet. haha. oh dear, cricket's just woken up and he's asking where he is. i told him that he's got to get ready for his science exam. he seriously just jumped up and then fell over. haha. funny stuff. okay. well. guess i better go see to my best friend. talk soon, nally. (:
DATE: DECEMBER TWELFTH 1935
dear journal, cricket's been acting weird lately. he hadn't been out for like.. three days. i'm seriously worried about him. we got so drunk after the movie and he wandered off. i hope he's okay.. seriously. i'd hate it if something happened to him..
VOICEMAIL: DECEMBER THIRTEENTH 1935: TO CONNOR THORPE FROM TREVOR LEWIS
"hey, you've reached the one and only norris thorpe. leave your message after the beep, sexy person.
con. con answer.. -sounds of growling in background- no! stop it, get off. just-
MESSAGE: DECEMBER FOURTEENTH 1935: TO TREVOR LEWIS FROM CONNOR THORPE
woah, what was with the voicemail? are you okay?! you need to phone me. i need to know that you're okay. please trev. if you get this.. just.. call me. as soon as you can.
JOURNAL ENTRY: DECEMBER SIXTEENTH 1935
dear journal, they found trevor dead this morning. i don't even have the energy to write. i've been crying since they told me. i've lost my father and my best friend all in the space of two years... how am i going to go on without cricket? i have to stop writing.. i need.. i need my best friend back.
DECEMBER SEVENTEENTH 1935
i'll kill the bastard who did that to cricket. i swear to.. ugh. what a sick son of a bitch.
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VOICEMAIL: MARCH 5TH 2010: TO CONNOR THORPE FROM EMMA THORPE
"hey, connor thorpe here. you know what to do."
connor. i need to speak to you. i miss you. come home, please. we miss you so much. or at least answer your phone. mum would be turning in her grave right now.. why won't you just let me see you or hear from you? please.. you're my big brother. just.. talk to me...
VOICEMAIL DELETED BY CONNOR THORPE.
JOURNAL ENTRY: APRIL FOURTH 2010
dear journal, i should be dead. i'm a vampire. but i should be dead. maybe this is the same thing that happened to cricket. maybe he's still alive. i hope he is. ugh. i should be seventy one now.. or there about. i prayed that i'd die, every day of my life. dying would be much better than drinking blood. i just regret everything i ever did. all the people i've.. i've.. i can't even say it... i just.. i need to stop.
APRIL SEVENTH 2010
dear journal, i've just witnessed someone kill a man. woah. wait. i was that someone. and for a change.. it felt good. what's happening to me? not that it bothers me anymore. i'm free. i can do what i like. well, within reason.
APRIL TWENTIETH 2010
dear journal, who needs friends? the only people we can trust now are our own kind. and that's just what i'll do. i'll just become like every other. i don't need anyone else. i'll do this. all on my own.
END OF JOURNALnorris and vernon forever and ever. besties for life.
you can't trust anyone. but yourself. and your own kind.
HI, MY NAME IS CASSIE. I'M FIFTEEN YEARS OLD AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR THREE YEARS YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM ME AND I ALSO PLAY NONE YET <3 I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY ILOVEYOU. (:
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