[font=times new roman][color=black]plot - elodie nicole merrick, or better known by her nickname nikki is seventeen and has quite the hidden secrets and past. being perceived as a stereotypical floozy party girl, her parents hired someone to keep an eye on her for 2 weeks while they are gone. but the only thing nikki doesn't know is the person her parents hired is the hot but mysterious bad ass senior at her high school, not to mention he has a secret -- he's a vampire. but nikki has secrets to match, possessing the ability of telekinesis & having a bit of a psychotic ex-boyfriend who just happens to be a werewolf. this could be some interesting 2 weeks.
note;; just go ahead & jump-in, thanks for joining! & first post might be bad, but it is what it is. :)
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[font=times new roman][color=black]it was 8:00 p.m. now and my parents were checking to make sure they were ready to leave. and i hated this, absolutely hated this. yeah, i probably sounded like the little b*tch i was right now, but i didn't care. 2 weeks. 2 weeks left with some stranger who had no idea about anything. i mean oh god, there were so many things that could happen -- so many things that could go wrong. i kept thinking that to myself as my parents were leaving out the door. and as i walked by the mirror in the living room i saw the burn scar i had that ran from my shoulder down to my elbow, i know it was never going to go away, and i learned to accept that. it's the price i paid, i guess. i just hoped whoever was supposed to watch me wouldn't ask about it, but they always did. and i went out to the porch to say goodbye to my parents, who told me i would be fine and i told them i already wasn't fine. they both gave me a look, hugged me goodbye, and then they left, and now i was alone. i actually kind of liked being alone sometimes, even if i was incredibly paranoid. it gave me time to think, which could either be a bad or good thing depending on how you looked at it, and i ran a hand through my light blonde hair and once they were gone i went inside, got a bottle of wine, came back out to the porch and just drank from the bottle, waiting for whoever was supposed to come, come, wishing they would overlook the wine, but then after thinking for a moment, i realized i didn't necessarily care and just drank a little more. we all have our vices.

