As It Was (JENLISA)

beginning of the end

Lisa liked living. She liked the thrill of knowing there is no guarantee that she'll live another day. She wasn't afraid of death. In fact, she found peace in the fact she was going to die one day. She accepted it, she had nothing to live for — nothing to lose.

Lisa has been alone for as long as she has remembered, which would be for about 17 and a half years.

She had no family. No one, in that matter.

How? — you may ask? Well, I can assure you Lisa would love for someone — anyone — to answer that question.

But no one ever did.

And she accepted it, like how she accepted that this would be the life she'd be living.

Oh, but don't get me wrong here. Lisa isn't someone that should be pitied, Lisa despised being pittied. Which is why she keeps to herself.

She doesn't attend school, never has.
She doesn't go out much, most of her shopping is done online.
She doesn't have any friends, nor does she want them.

And she was okay with that.

She enjoyed doing things that might, normally, worry people — like climbing up top her three-story house and standing on top of her roof, or balancing on one leg on the edge of a brige, or even skateboarding in the middle of a busy highway.

Those were the things that brought joy to her.

But she also enjoyed pissing people off. She enjoyed wearing a mask, (which she had customized to her liking, pink rhinestones and all), and egging peoples houses, she enjoyed sneaking into an empty storage unit on the fifth floor of a nearby apartment complex and throwing water balloons down on strangers, and she absolutely loved messing with the students at Crystal Canyon High, about two blocks from her house.

Let me get this straight. Lisa is not poor, she did not live a life of poverty. She never has and most likely never will. She was left with a three story mansion with everything paid off, along with a bank account with more money a single person would ever need in a lifetime.

Now, you would think that would be enough information to get any insight about your family, but no. "There's nothing we can do about it", is what everyone seemed to respond with.

And eventually, as already stated, Lisa became tired of trying.

Now, as she faces her cabinet full of canned spray paint, she carefully chooses out an arrangement of colors that coordinate well together. As she stuffs her backpack full of cans of color, she carefully closes the cabinet shut and admires her work. The big glass cabinet that was carefully built by Lisa, stood about 7 feet tall in her "office", (which was made up of anything she seemed would fit the criteria), filled with colors of spray paint you didn't even know existed. Lisa was convinced she had every color known to man, and — well, she was probably correct, she had been collecting them for months, about 2-3 boxes of cans sitting on her doorstep every week.

Anyway, enough of Lisa's irrelevant paint collection information, let's go back to what her initial purpose with these paints were in the first place.

Todays stop? Crystal Canyon High. (CCHS)

Personally, Lisa's favorite.

Lisa found amusement in messing with kids her age, she normally left a note in random lockers, wrote on teachers' chalkboards when they were gone, or rearranged the desks to be facing a whole different direction.

Of course, Lisa never got caught, most likely never will be.

Nobody even knew of Lisa's name. She was just 'the girl that lived in the palace.'