Post by JACQUELYN CHLOÉ DUBOIS on Jul 17, 2011 16:45:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] JACQUELYN CHLOÉ DUBOIS . twenty . human . french speaking. trait . trait . trait . trait .  |
JULY 2ND, 2011.
Jacquelyn’s hands shook uncontrollably as they gripped tightly to the steering wheel of her old beat up truck. The car had already come to a standstill but, she couldn’t bear to release the wheel and turn off the engine. She was too shook up. It was a miracle she had even made it to Forks without crashing. Her mind was a blur of horrible memories. One after the other they kept repeating, haunting her. Dylan’s face. Her heart pounding. A smash. A gunshot. Over and over they bombarded her, one by one, relentless. Her wide eyes fell to her hands, the were covered in blood. The sight of them plunged her back into the memories. Dylan lay on the floor, his mouth, which once always held a smile, was open and covered in blood. His jaw was slackened and broken. His bright green eyes unseeingly stared off into the distance. He would never be able to be able to flash his cute little grin again, never be able to hold her in his arms. Never again. He was dead. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the memory. Uncontrollable tears were streaming down her face. She wanted Dylan. No, she needed Dylan.
Finally able to release the steering wheel, she turned her hands in front of her eyes in disbelief. She couldn’t believe she’d done it. Jac couldn’t think about it right now. She needed to sort herself out. For the first time in forever, she wished she had her parents. They would cuss at her in French for having run away from them for so long, but they would hug her, kiss her, and take her in. They’d care for her, and she needed that right now.
AUGUST 10TH, 2003
The sun was beating down heavily on Agen, a small town in the South West of France. It was the summer holidays and the school year had been completed allowing the children to spend their time however they now wished. One child who was particularly happy to be out of school, was little Jacquelyn. Jac lived with her parents, Aimee and Christian Dubois in a typical French house. Behind the house they owned a small garden and it was this tiny, secluded, garden that was Jac’s favourite place. No one understood why it fascinated her so much, as far as garden went, it was very bare and basic yet, Jac was able to see some mystical appeal to it where others did not.
This afternoon, Jac was curled up beneath the lone tree that stood in the garden, napping contentedly in the little shade it provided from the sun. Little did she know that right that that moment inside of the house, her parents were having a conversation that would change her life. “It’s impossible. I’ve looked everywhere, no one is hiring and any job that I could get would never pay for the house, or for you and Jac.” Christian sighed heavily, his temper was rising. Recently, he had been made redundant and he was unable to find another job. Aimee remained silent, unmoving as she sat at the dining room table, watching Christian pace. “We’ll have run out of money by the end of the month.”
[/td][/tr][/table]Jacquelyn’s hands shook uncontrollably as they gripped tightly to the steering wheel of her old beat up truck. The car had already come to a standstill but, she couldn’t bear to release the wheel and turn off the engine. She was too shook up. It was a miracle she had even made it to Forks without crashing. Her mind was a blur of horrible memories. One after the other they kept repeating, haunting her. Dylan’s face. Her heart pounding. A smash. A gunshot. Over and over they bombarded her, one by one, relentless. Her wide eyes fell to her hands, the were covered in blood. The sight of them plunged her back into the memories. Dylan lay on the floor, his mouth, which once always held a smile, was open and covered in blood. His jaw was slackened and broken. His bright green eyes unseeingly stared off into the distance. He would never be able to be able to flash his cute little grin again, never be able to hold her in his arms. Never again. He was dead. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the memory. Uncontrollable tears were streaming down her face. She wanted Dylan. No, she needed Dylan.
Finally able to release the steering wheel, she turned her hands in front of her eyes in disbelief. She couldn’t believe she’d done it. Jac couldn’t think about it right now. She needed to sort herself out. For the first time in forever, she wished she had her parents. They would cuss at her in French for having run away from them for so long, but they would hug her, kiss her, and take her in. They’d care for her, and she needed that right now.
AUGUST 10TH, 2003
The sun was beating down heavily on Agen, a small town in the South West of France. It was the summer holidays and the school year had been completed allowing the children to spend their time however they now wished. One child who was particularly happy to be out of school, was little Jacquelyn. Jac lived with her parents, Aimee and Christian Dubois in a typical French house. Behind the house they owned a small garden and it was this tiny, secluded, garden that was Jac’s favourite place. No one understood why it fascinated her so much, as far as garden went, it was very bare and basic yet, Jac was able to see some mystical appeal to it where others did not.
This afternoon, Jac was curled up beneath the lone tree that stood in the garden, napping contentedly in the little shade it provided from the sun. Little did she know that right that that moment inside of the house, her parents were having a conversation that would change her life. “It’s impossible. I’ve looked everywhere, no one is hiring and any job that I could get would never pay for the house, or for you and Jac.” Christian sighed heavily, his temper was rising. Recently, he had been made redundant and he was unable to find another job. Aimee remained silent, unmoving as she sat at the dining room table, watching Christian pace. “We’ll have run out of money by the end of the month.”
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