Post by xskittlezx on May 8, 2010 23:16:34 GMT -5
MEREDITH ROSE ANDERSON
FULL NAME: Meredith rose anderson
NICKNAMES: merry, meri, rose
AGE: eighteen!
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: Chicago, Illinois
CLASS STATUS: middle
CURRENT STATUS: single(:
MEMBER GROUP: high school
PLAY BY: kesha sebert
FAVORITE FOOD?
anything and everything spicy!
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
yes.
FAVORITE COLOR?
purple, or dark green!
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
yes. I ripped my pants down the middle once in eighthgrade. People took pictures. God, it was horrible.
FAVORITE DRINK?
pepsi(:
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
partying like a rockstar!
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
St.Patrick’s Day.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
I had braces!
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
night time.
NAME A FANTASY?
being able to ride a unicorn, duh.
The instructions located on a pregnancy test were quite simple, and rather useless. Every girl from The instructions located on a pregnancy test were quite simple, and rather useless. Every girl from fifth grade on knew the common practice of peeing on a stick, and waiting impatiently in the bathroom for the tell-tale sign of a negative or a positive. If the stick turned blue, a smiley face popped up, or the looming presence of a plus sign was visible, then a girl most likely had a child quickening in her womb. If a negative sign popped up, then the girl could sigh, and go on with her life. Thank the gods if it had been a mistake, or prayer for a miracle conception. Motherhood went both ways with women. Some were thrilled, and some were utterly shattered. It depended on the values and obligations that were lying on the female’s shoulders. If she had a dependable man in her life.
As Meredith stared down at the mocking plastic device clutched tightly in her frail fingers, the girl realized that she didn’t exactly fit the criteria of motherhood. Wasn’t willing to bow to the responsibilities of being a parent just yet. The rubble of her life was in no way a healthy, let alone fair, environment to throw an infant into. Things had been hell the last week or so. The two most important men in her life had walked out without so much as a goodbye, and had left the brunette to fend for herself. With no job, and two kids constantly harping her about the abrupt disappearance of her husband, Meredith had been beyond stressed. The level of stress had been remotely manageable, before the morning sickness set in, and she had been forced to face the odds of her situation. Five different tests had berated her with the taunting message of impregnation. Five positives. No negatives.
The shrill ring of a beeper went off, and the woman was forced from her thoughts with a shaky exhale. This was it. The sixth test was going to be her final straw. Cooper had suddenly re-appeared in her life, abrupt and moody like always. But at least he offered a bit of stabilization. Even if the romance between them burned out, he’d still be there for her, right? For their child, if one even existed. There was no way to actually be certain unless one went to the doctor, and Merry was strongly opposed to that proposition. The medical exam would make it seem more…real. So she’d stuck with the store-brand tests, clutching desperately at the hope of a negative. Even one in a mass of five positives was a good sign, in her opinion. It made the others seem less believable; lulled the young female into a sense of false security and hope. The tests were only ninety-nine percent accurate, right? There was still a small beam of hope that all of them had lied to her, threatening to murder what remained of her independency.
But that dream was not to be had. As the hazel depths of her orbs frantically drank in the visual of the test, the salty tang of tears appeared, and the plastic monster went clattering to the ground. The stick had turned blue, though the female had desperately been grasping at the hope of black. A small sob ricocheted around the linoleum of the bathroom, and she slapped a hand to her mouth to stifle the noise. Six out of six tests had turned out positive. There was no reason to hope anymore, or to even bother dreaming. The female vampire was pregnant. The odds of her not being had reached unlikely to near impossible. The shambles of her life were now beginning to rapidly mud-slide, and it was futile for the girl to even fight the truth anymore. She was going to be a mom. Cooper, a dad.
A spurt of fear lanced through her at the thought of Cooper. Fuck. What would he say? Was he going to be happy? Or mad? Maybe devastated, like her? His reaction was going to dictate the rest of her life, to be honest. She’d suck it up and put on a bright smile if he was thrilled, or send the baby off to an adoption agency if he wasn’t. The two were newlyweds. A baby would either make them or break them. Most likely the latter, considering the astronomical fight they’d gotten into some days earlier. Jesus fucking christ. It was always drama with them. Meredith was beginning to dread the fighting. Dread being around him. Every time the two were together, feelings managed to be injured in the process. It was a ridiculous ordeal. Even more so when the brunette found herself even more miserable at his absence. She couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and could barely even function with Cooper gone. It was a pathetic sight.
Speaking of Cooper. Meredith had secluded herself off in the bathroom for a good ten minutes. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been suspicious if she hadn’t immediately gotten home from the store and made a bee-line for the cool depths. He was probably wondering what the hell she was doing in there, and would most likely come snooping around in a few moments. Shit.
Glancing at herself quickly in the mirror, the girl splashed a few handfuls of water on her face; hoping to decrease the redness that rimmed her eyes. It was another thing to drop the whole pregnancy dilemma on him, let alone walking out looking like she’d been sobbing. Hopefully he hadn’t been listening too closely, as the man had a tendency to do. Cooper was a natural hunter, and was usually always aware of everything going on around him. Good thing for him, bad thing for the pregnant wife. Tucking the fertility test into her back pocket, Meredith left the bathroom with only a slight tremor in her step.
”You hungry, Coop? I’m going to be making dinner, soon.”
Hopefully the words that flowed from her mouth came out natural. Meredith’s head was spinning as she approached and entered the kitchen, nervously wringing her hands together. Food sounded good right now. The idea of cooking would make her stop thinking about the images of babies, and the nerve-wracking idea of breaking the news to Cooper. That was of, of course, if she didn’t burn down the house because she was so distracted. Or if Cooper didn’t catch on to the high tension radiating from her body. She would tell him, eventually. It’d just take a while. A few hours, days..maybe even months. Whenever she got comfortable with the life-changing news herself, she’d break it to him. Yup. That sounded appealing.
As Meredith stared down at the mocking plastic device clutched tightly in her frail fingers, the girl realized that she didn’t exactly fit the criteria of motherhood. Wasn’t willing to bow to the responsibilities of being a parent just yet. The rubble of her life was in no way a healthy, let alone fair, environment to throw an infant into. Things had been hell the last week or so. The two most important men in her life had walked out without so much as a goodbye, and had left the brunette to fend for herself. With no job, and two kids constantly harping her about the abrupt disappearance of her husband, Meredith had been beyond stressed. The level of stress had been remotely manageable, before the morning sickness set in, and she had been forced to face the odds of her situation. Five different tests had berated her with the taunting message of impregnation. Five positives. No negatives.
The shrill ring of a beeper went off, and the woman was forced from her thoughts with a shaky exhale. This was it. The sixth test was going to be her final straw. Cooper had suddenly re-appeared in her life, abrupt and moody like always. But at least he offered a bit of stabilization. Even if the romance between them burned out, he’d still be there for her, right? For their child, if one even existed. There was no way to actually be certain unless one went to the doctor, and Merry was strongly opposed to that proposition. The medical exam would make it seem more…real. So she’d stuck with the store-brand tests, clutching desperately at the hope of a negative. Even one in a mass of five positives was a good sign, in her opinion. It made the others seem less believable; lulled the young female into a sense of false security and hope. The tests were only ninety-nine percent accurate, right? There was still a small beam of hope that all of them had lied to her, threatening to murder what remained of her independency.
But that dream was not to be had. As the hazel depths of her orbs frantically drank in the visual of the test, the salty tang of tears appeared, and the plastic monster went clattering to the ground. The stick had turned blue, though the female had desperately been grasping at the hope of black. A small sob ricocheted around the linoleum of the bathroom, and she slapped a hand to her mouth to stifle the noise. Six out of six tests had turned out positive. There was no reason to hope anymore, or to even bother dreaming. The female vampire was pregnant. The odds of her not being had reached unlikely to near impossible. The shambles of her life were now beginning to rapidly mud-slide, and it was futile for the girl to even fight the truth anymore. She was going to be a mom. Cooper, a dad.
A spurt of fear lanced through her at the thought of Cooper. Fuck. What would he say? Was he going to be happy? Or mad? Maybe devastated, like her? His reaction was going to dictate the rest of her life, to be honest. She’d suck it up and put on a bright smile if he was thrilled, or send the baby off to an adoption agency if he wasn’t. The two were newlyweds. A baby would either make them or break them. Most likely the latter, considering the astronomical fight they’d gotten into some days earlier. Jesus fucking christ. It was always drama with them. Meredith was beginning to dread the fighting. Dread being around him. Every time the two were together, feelings managed to be injured in the process. It was a ridiculous ordeal. Even more so when the brunette found herself even more miserable at his absence. She couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and could barely even function with Cooper gone. It was a pathetic sight.
Speaking of Cooper. Meredith had secluded herself off in the bathroom for a good ten minutes. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been suspicious if she hadn’t immediately gotten home from the store and made a bee-line for the cool depths. He was probably wondering what the hell she was doing in there, and would most likely come snooping around in a few moments. Shit.
Glancing at herself quickly in the mirror, the girl splashed a few handfuls of water on her face; hoping to decrease the redness that rimmed her eyes. It was another thing to drop the whole pregnancy dilemma on him, let alone walking out looking like she’d been sobbing. Hopefully he hadn’t been listening too closely, as the man had a tendency to do. Cooper was a natural hunter, and was usually always aware of everything going on around him. Good thing for him, bad thing for the pregnant wife. Tucking the fertility test into her back pocket, Meredith left the bathroom with only a slight tremor in her step.
”You hungry, Coop? I’m going to be making dinner, soon.”
Hopefully the words that flowed from her mouth came out natural. Meredith’s head was spinning as she approached and entered the kitchen, nervously wringing her hands together. Food sounded good right now. The idea of cooking would make her stop thinking about the images of babies, and the nerve-wracking idea of breaking the news to Cooper. That was of, of course, if she didn’t burn down the house because she was so distracted. Or if Cooper didn’t catch on to the high tension radiating from her body. She would tell him, eventually. It’d just take a while. A few hours, days..maybe even months. Whenever she got comfortable with the life-changing news herself, she’d break it to him. Yup. That sounded appealing.
hey, it's stacy and this gal has been at it for
six years now. they are fifteen years old.
