My name is Veronica Prescott. I'm 17 and attend St. Mary's Institute For Young Women, it's a Catholic school that teaches us the values and morals of a self respecting woman of society. My parents sent me here a year ago in the hopes of 'shaping me to becoming my better self'.
I have a boyfriend at home, which is where I'm headed to, Scott Collins. We've been dating for almost 2 years. July 17th is our anniversary, and since that's during summer vacation, we decided it was best for us to celebrate at his parents cabin in Fort Hope; a cute and humble little snow town on the top of the Lancaster Mountains.
I live in Glenndale. It's your normal, average, boring old small town. One mall. One bakery. One ice cream shop. One diner. One school (high school I mean). Everyone knows everyone. And each other's businesses.
I am an only child to Amelia and David Prescott. High school sweethearts got married after college and moved to a small town to raise a baby, the right way.
Their words not mine.
I have curly brown coloured hair, brown eyes. I'm 5'6. My skin tone is fair, neither here nor there. I'm not exactly skinny but I do have an hourglass figure. I like wearing black. I'm not goth. I just choose to wear black over other colours.
My choice of music is sort of all over the place. If I like a song, then I like it. No if, ands or but's about it.
You could say that I'm a little mean. I would like to think that I'm just being brutally honest. I don't have much of a tolerance for crap. That's it.
Well.. that's me in a nutshell.
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Well, our story begins on my drive home. It's a two day drive from St. Mary's to Glenndale. Follow and read what happened to turn my life 180 degrees on its head by unleashing something inside me that had lain asleep for all my life.
Here's a hint: his name... is Michael Anderson.