LUCIC, alaska ellen

[ALASKA ELLEN LUCIC]

ALASKAELLENLUCIC

'ALRIGHT NOW THAT WE KNOW YOU NAME LETS GET DOWN TO BASICS. WHY DID YOUR PARENTS NAME YOU THAT? ANY BIG SIGNIFICANCE TO YOUR NAME?'

alaska's a state. i don't know. i think my parents might be nutcases. i'm not really sure. well, i guess, i think, maybe, this is right, but my mom was born there. my mom's family was all over the place, and all her kids are named after places that are random and stupid and crazy. but yeah. i got alaska. i don't know why it popped into her head ' OH WOAH I'M GONNA NAME MY KIDS AFTER U.S. STATES! ' ... yeah, good idea, mom. i don't sound like a freak or anything. so call me laska. or, i don't know. just not alaska, if you think it's weird.

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HOW ABOUT YOUR AGE, HOW OLD ARE YOU? ARE YOU IN COLLEGE OR HIGHSCHOOL, WHAT GRADE? A SENIOR JUNIOR SOPHMORE OR FRESHMAN?'

i'm fifteen and a sophomore in high school. sick life, right?

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'THATS NICE, THAT YEAR WAS ALWAYS MY FAVORITE. SO ANYWHO, LETS TALK ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU LIKE, GIVE ME TEN THINGS THAT YOU ABSOLUTLY LOVE TO DO'

i love to listen to thunder and watch lightening. off my back porch, especially. it's a pretty kind of destruction, or near-destruction. it just makes me feel little. also, i love doing that thing where you compare hand sizes. my hands are so little, when i press them up to another boy's, they look fragile and delicate and warmth shoots up my arms. i also really like chewing gum, and sucking on mints. i also like catching snow or raindrops on my tongue, and coloring with crayons. and sort of i like drinking coffee too, just with a lot of sugar and a lot of milk, like my mom tried to make it for me. and the number one thing? running. running anywhere. to the beach, on the beach, in the snow. sprinting's the best, though. and i like the falling part too. when you collapse in something soft and there's always someone there to pick you up.

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'HMM, INTERESTING. WELL YOU KNEW THIS WAS COMING..HOW ABOUT DISLIKES?'

this is so hard and i don't know why. it's not like i don't dislike things. i do. i always will. but number one on the list is probably making lists. and reading lists. does that count as two things? oh, well, deal with it. i don't like it when people smile with their foreheads creased or with their mouths closed tight and looking disgusted. someone gave you a real smile for a reason. i hate lipstick that looks purple, aand when someone's eyeshadow is the same color as their eyes. it gets me mad at people when they hang up on me when i call them on the telephone, and madder when they don't call me in the first place. i hate eating chocolate, cake, cookies, marshmallows, and various other baked goods. oh, and pie. pie should just die.

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'WOW, THATS VERY INTRIGUING, YOU ARE A STRANGE YET UNIQUE PERSON.. WHY DONT YOU FURTHER ELABORATE ON YOURSELF, WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?'

oh, please don't make me do this. i don't know how to look in a mirror and see adjectives through my skin. i can't pull them up out of the blue. but, i mean. i know the obvious things. the outward things that everyone knows and can see. i like talking and words and the way they feel in your mouth. i'm good with them too. my momma said i could sweet talk people into jumping off a bridge just as fast as i could get someone out of it. i don't know why, i just could. i never liked much to read. i like to look at words and pictures, so the simple stuff like imagining is done for you. i can absorb knowledge like a machine. if it's out there in front of me, i pick it up in my head. and i have good common sense, too. i'm not stupid. it's just that sometimes i make bad decisions. i'm irresponsible, and sometimes i'm lazy and i procrastinate. i'm disorganized and messy and my closet and the underside of my bed is famous for eating up all the junk on my floor, and my walls are renowned for spitting them back up again. sometimes i say things i'm not ready to say, the sort that make people cringe and look away or at the ground. i'm always scared to take them back - so i keep on going. i try to make it up with more words, but when i'm nervous they don't come out right. and sometimes it works. and sometimes people look at me because they don't get the point i've come to. but that's just them.

and i'm just me.

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'THATS COOL, WELL I KNOW ALL I NEED TO ABOUT YOU..HOW ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS EH? ARE THEY NORMAL, MESSED UP, SECRETIVE, BROKEN APART..WHAT?'

i have two twin sisters and an older brother. they're all states too. we come three in a row - my brother's a junior and my sisters are freshmen. we get along when my sisters shut up, i think. but those occasions are so few and far between. my mother's a photography. she looks at life so much through a lens i'm afraid she'll wake up and won't have eyes anymore, just a camera where her face should be. when she talks to us, it's always in directions. and i know she loves us, but even then she says it like "i want you to know that i love you" instead of "i love you" because it's what she wants and that's it. and my dad? well, he's much better. he works for something about computers and that's all i know. he speaks another language, y'know? it's a language of computers and he can talk to them. i think he talked to them so much they became his friends, and so recently he realized they didn't care, so he started to go to poker games with his human friends, and now - i don't even know.

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'WOW, NICE FAMILY TREE. WELL WHAT ABOUT YOUR HISTORY, WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR'

oh. i don't know. i don't have a prestigious collection of awesome memories. we went on vacation - sure. maybe it was that first vacation. i was two and didn't remember any of it. yes, that was it. there was nothing wrong there, or at least nothing i could recall. but of course, that always that feeling of love that isn't butterflies anymore. it's eagles, because you soar instead. and i think i only got that feeling once. when i looked at him, and his lips touched mine. the first kiss i ever had, at just twelve years old. and the next day the eagle was still there. and i didn't know what to do, because what if the high feeling wasn't supposed to last this long, and i panicked - and that was the end of my favorite memory.

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'HOW ABOUT YOUR WORST MEMORY?'

the very end of my first memory, i suppose. breaking up with my first boyfriend. i held the phone so tight my fingers bruised, and when i sobbed my last goodbye, well, i don't remember. i was at a slumber party, and everyone says i threw up at least twice and no one knew what to do. and now, now me and this boy pretend like nothing happened. but what if we hold it in for so long, it's not even real anymore, i don't want that sort of thing to disappear.

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'WELL THATS GOOD, I THINK IVE ASKED EVERYTHING I NEED TO ASK, IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WISH TO TELL ME BEFORE I GO?'

nada

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THE ROLEPLAYER

'HI IM LAUR, WHAT CAN I CALL YOU?'

evie (:

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'AND HOW OLD ARE YOU?'

fourteen years old

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'COOL COOL, WHAT IS YOUR EXPERIENCE WITH RPING?'

a year-ish.

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'ALRIGHT, ONE LAST THING. WOULD YOU EVER BE WILLING TO HELP ME ADMIN IF I NEEDED IT?'

i'm afraid i'm rather busy, but i could try?

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