Ameria
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Ameria Age: 16 (still growing) Gender: Female Personality: wip Short story: Dawn light filtered through the walls of her room, pale light glimmered throughout her room, waking up and rolling over in her bed, she didn't want to get out of bed just yet. It was starting to get chilly as summer made its way into Autumn. She had almost forgotten that this was a special day, the day that her life changed. She sprung up from her bed and ran down the wooden stairs. It all started back a very long time ago, on the 26th of March, was when her life changed significantly. On that day she had become a better Avixian wolf, before that she was resentful and obstinate. Even though everyone thought she was sweet and kind seeing that her pelt reminded them of sugary Jell-O. She was bad at making friends, hence why she was unbearable to deal with. She was jealous of other wolves who could easily make friends . Ameria walked out from her house with a grudge, her shoulders were up high and her facial expression was nasty. Thoughts ran through her head of how much she hated to go outside, more importantly how much she hated to go to school. She walked into the school yard as the bell rang for the first lesson. It rang loudly throughout the school and could be heard faintly in the distance. Her first lesson was math, oh how she hated that subject as long with everything else. She strolled slowly into class, and sat down near the window, everyone was talking to their friends as they waited for the lesson to start. All she could hear was laughter and chatter, she was very jealous. They were learning algebra. Unfortunately it was a double lesson, meaning the class went for nearly two hours. The bell powerfully rang to signal the start of lunch. She grabbed her stuff and went to her locker which was located near the outdoor area. Again all she could hear was laughter and she was sick of being lonely. The personality she showed on the outside was in fact a lie, she just didn't want to show anyone her true colors. She couldn't take it any longer, she sat on the bench by the tree, tears started to roll down her cheeks and onto the ground. A little finch saw this and started singing an happy tune and sat near her. For the rest of the week the tiny bird had been there for her, until it followed her home. It had become her very first friend, and later she learned that it was okay, she let all her anger and jealously washed away into the past. Now she has plenty of friends, and is kind, caring and sweet. She ran outside to the bird house she had built for her Akia, who was singing the same happy tune all those years ago, and placed a little thank-you present to her very first friend. She hugged Akia, and whistled along with her. |