CelestialShift's profile picture. Turn off the sun and pull the stars from the sky. The more I give the more I die. {18+ RP/AU} #TwilightRehab

Mia Jones

@CelestialShift

Turn off the sun and pull the stars from the sky. The more I give the more I die. {18+ RP/AU} #TwilightRehab

>> like that. In any case I was leaving home in less than 24 hours to find out. I would be headed to La Push}


>> journey. I didn't know what I would find. If anyone would even welcome me or my desire to learn of my heritage. People could be weird >>


>> parked in the driveway was my early graduation present so the ride was secure all I needed was the confidence to continue on this >>


>> after 4th period on Wednesday. I stole a wad of the emergency cash my father had in the safe so money wasn't an issue. The new car >>


>> end so I figured my next stop would be the reservation listed on some documents. I had a plan to ditch my trig exam and leave right >>


{It took me three days to process all I had found out and three more days to realize I needed to know more. Google lead me to a dead >>


>> page reading the name "Miakoda Ateara" }


>> I tore into it curiously as the first page indicated this was the close adoption agreement. My heart stopped as I flipped to the next >>


>> Punching in the code (my birthday) it swung open and I dug around. My hand landing on a large sealed manila envelope. >>


>> certificates and passports. Maybe I should start there. So I got up and crept down the hall to the den where the large safe stood. >>


>> fuck could I get that? Scrunching up my nose I wracked my brain. Maybe the safe? That's where the important shit was like birth >>


>> cross legged back on my floor and looked at the requirements for this said scholarship. I would need proof of heritage. Well how the >>


>> of the adoption. Saying it was sealed or closed or some shit. That the parents needed it that way. Whatever. Rolling my eyes I sat >>


>> My parents were all blonde hair and blue eyed and here I was with dark mousy hair and skin that tanned easily. They never spoke >>


>> scholarships for what they refereed to as "American Indian Services" I was adopted at age 3 by a typical middle class white family. >>


>> today. I should just skip all together. My eye caught the paperwork the guidance lady had sent home with me on Friday. It was several >>


>> days with February being the exception but I kept my mouth shut. And hauled ass into my seat. I didn't think I would be as lucky >>


>> not trying to piss him off even more I blamed feminine issues. I'd like to call his fat ass out on the fact that months were 30 or 31 >>


>> He would always grump to me in his sassy tone "This is your 33rd tardy in a month, Ms. Jones." To which my reply was always the same >>


>> 15 minutes late for homeroom. "Shit" I exclaimed. I knew Mr. Caldwell was gonna write me up again. My 11th tardy this month alone. >>


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