This is my life [Cresenthia]

[mickayla allison bennett]

Mickayla's Outfit

Of course Mickayla knew why she was in the Art room after hours. It was because she was sick of her mom interupting her while she was painting. So, she had taken her easel and came down here. Plus, the art room had much better supplies then Mickayla herself did. She was facing the window, painting the outside. It was around 10 p.m. and she was painting the stars. But, it wasn't just a painting of the stars, it had more emotion to it. This particular painting showed extreme sadness. Sighing softly, Mickayla glanced out the window, away from her painting. A few moments later she looked at it once more. But, Mickayla didn't need to look at the painting to paint, she just felt that it gave painting a more... special effect. She wasn't actually quite sure why she was looking at the painting more than outside. Actually, the painting wasn't of just outside, not if you looked closley. Outside it was pitch black, her painting, it wasn't. So, as many people would say, it wasn't excatly of outside. Mickayla knew that, but, she didn't think to much about it. No, that was a lie, Mickayla put all her thoughts at the moment into her painting. That's how Mickayla was. If she was in the middle of a painting, or sketch, nothing could take her from it. No one could interupt her. She'd refuse to look up until it was finished. It was something her teachers learned. Though, with some teachers she'd get sent to see the Headmistress anyway. But, unlike most other students, Mickayla didn't mind getting sent down to see Cresenthia, no, she felt safer around her. She felt like she didn't have to be afraid of anything around her. Cresenthia was like a second mother to Mickayla, and she'd choose Thia over her mom anyday. She'd known the headmistress her entire life, and in all truth, she'll probably be devestated when she graduates.

Yawning softly the girl rubbed her eyes and continued painting. This was her life. She lived, breathed, ate, and drank art. Everything about her was art. Everything about her needed art. She needed art. the many times her mother punished her by taking any form of art she had away, the first person she'd run to would be Cresenthia. Only she really understood how much the young shape-shifter needed art. Only she could really ever understand. Maybe that was because her mother was a math teacher. Everything to her mother was Math. Of course, when she saw Mickayla's grades, she knew it was because of her art. She spent all her time on her art, she didn't pay attention in class, she wasn't paying attention ever anymore. Her mother was just never going to learn the girl would die without art. Sighing softly Mickayla shook her head. She didn't want to think about that now. She didn't want to think about her mother.

Mickayla glanced ath the painting, then continued. She knew it was going to take a while for her to finish it, if she put all the emotion into it she could. This was her way of getting her emotions, her thoughts, her fears, and everything she was holding inside, out. Only Cresenthia truly knew that. Everyone else thought it was a hobby, a way to ignore poeple in her classes. It was much more than that. Art was always going to be more to her than that. People just didn't understand. That's why Allie looked up to Cresenthia, because she knew how much the art meant to the girl. Plus, Allie wanted to be an Art teacher when she got older. In all truth, Allie didn't want to leave Forevermore. She didn't know what she was going to do when she graduated. Without Cresenthia around to understand her, Allie would probably go insane. Without her around to make her feel safe, Allie wouldn't know what to do. Once more, Allie shook the thought's from her head. Glancing at the painting, it revealed all the feelings she felt during each period she was drifted away in thought.

Sighing softly, Allie closed her eyes for a moment. How was she supposed to live when she graduated. Though, with the way her grades were right now, Allie wasn't sure she'd even make it to the eleventh grade next year. She was failing everything except Art and Music. There was no way Allie was gonna get to eleventh grade. Allie sighed at those thoughts. She couldn't be sure if she was happy about that or not. But, she ignored it and went back to painting.

[sorry the last paragraph sucked. Like I said in the other thread, i'm sorta musless right now.]

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

It was not unusual to see the headmistress up and about after hours, normally it was because she liked being up during the night and being able to go outside without having her skin be so bright, but tonight it was because she was suppose to be patrolling the hallways. But patrolling the hallways was boring, and anyways, if students wanted to be doing whatever the hell they were doing after school hours, then she didn’t care, as long as she didn’t see them and they didn’t mess with her things. The majority of students she could care less about, but there were a few exceptions.

Passing the art room on her little patrol, Cresenthia decided to peek in, just to make sure that no one was destroying anything. A small smile found its way onto her face as she glanced around the room, her eyes landed on a teenage girl painting. Stepping into the room, Thia made sure to be as quiet as possible, which was very easy for a vampire. She didn’t want to disturb the girl as she was painting, because she knew how much she herself hated being disturbed, so she wasn’t about to disturb her favorite student as she was painting.

Allie was one of the few exceptions that Cresenthia had, this girl was by far her favorite student here, and she treated her more like a friend and daughter than a student. She probably was a little too close to the girl, but she reminded her so much of her daughter and even though she told herself that she was over her daughter’s death, she knew she wasn’t completely. ”That’s a lovely painting.” she told her, her voice barely above a whisper. She hadn’t wanted to speak before the girl was done, but she had to say something, even though she knew that the girl wouldn’t say anything back.

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[mickayla allison bennett]

Allie sighed softly, as she continued her painting. She stepped back for a moment, examining it. She suddenly felt even more sad than she had when she started. Biting back tears she continued the painting. Allie knew why she was sad, but, she wouldn't admit it to herself. Especially not concidering she had been trying convince herself otherwise since she began the painting. Allie was upset because of her mother. Allie had truly wanted her mother to understand her love for art. She wanted her to know why she loved it. She wanted to be able to speak to her mom. Not just her mom. More than that, she wanted to be able to speak to Cresenthia. She wanted to be able to ask Thia what she really thought of her art. Allie wanted to be able to talk to everyone. She just wanted to talk again. But she wouldn't. She didn't need to. Everyone was much happier with her being quiet. She knew it. Plus, no one ever gave any indication they wanted her to speak, and after being silent for ten years, she didn't think she'd be able to talk again.

Allie stepped back from the painting, wiping away a few tears that had managed to fall from her emerald eyes. She hated crying. She didn't know why, but, she felt vounerable when she cried. She didn't like feeling that she wasn't safe. She didn't like getting hurt. Not physically hurt, more emotionally hurt. It made it harder to keep everything inside, something her mother needed to learn. In all truth, Allie couldn't decide whether she wanted her mother ot just leave her alone, or if she actually wanted a relationship with the woman. Though, Mickayla felt she didn't want a relationship with her. She needed one, deep down, she really needed one, but she didn't want one. She had herself, and she had Cresenthia, for now anyway. But, Mickayla knew when she graduated she was going to need her mom. She was going to need someone who cared about her.

Now, due to the fact Allie was so deep in thought and so concentrated on the painting, she didn't hear the foot steps from Cresenthia. Normally she would, since arctic foxs had amazing ears, and she could usually hear everything. But, she didn't hear Cresenthia enter, so she didn't know the woman could see her as she wiped more tears away, and shook her head. Trying to get all the terrible thoughts out of her head. Allie bit her lip and sighed softly. She glanced over the painting. It looked nice, or so she thought. The emotion in it was incredible. Going from sad, to slightly happy, to extremely depressed. Allie stepped back to the painting and continued. She was almost done. A bit more and she would be.

Even though Allie hadn't heard Cresenthia enter, she heard her speak. She turned quickly, eyes wide. Now, normally she wouldn't have done that, turned around, but she hadn't heard the headmistress enter, so she hadn't expected to hear someone speak. Normally, Allie heard people walk around, or come up behind her, but she hadn't today, and the voice scared her. Taking a deep breath, she set her paints down and quickly wiped her eyes, then turned around, and began taking the painting down. She hadn't wanted anyone to see the painting, because she hadn't wanted anyone to know how she was feeling. But, know someone did.

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

Cresenthia didn’t need to see the girl wipe tears off of her face to know that she was sad, she could tell from her painting. The majority of the painting was sad, or at least it showed sadness, and in some parts it seemed like that emotion was trying to overflow onto the page, almost as if it was trying to take over the small part that showed some signs of happiness. It didn’t surprise her at that this would be what Allie’s painting showed, even though part of her wished that she was. She knew the girl was sad, and she didn’t like it one bit.

Watching the girl turn around as she heard her speak, her smile widened slightly. The girl was surprised, good. She had hoped that she would be, though she hadn’t excepted otherwise either, despite the girl being a arctic fox in her other form she knew that she would be concentrating too hard on her work to hear anything. Just like she expected also, the girl didn’t speak, but then again, she never did. Cresenthia had thought about different ways to get her to speak, but she never got around to trying any of them, she didn’t really want to. When she felt like she was able to talk, she would…hopefully.

Reaching her hand out, she clasped it around Allie’s arm, slowly forcing it down. ”You don’t have to take it down. I’m not going to tell anyone else about it.” she told her. She knew that Allie probably didn’t want anyone seeing the painting just yet, but it’s not like anyone else was going to come into the room, and she had already seen it. ”It’s not something I haven’t seen before sweetie, the emotion was…similar to what I’ve seen in some of your other work and just about every time I see you.” she added.

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[mickayla allison bennett]

Allie had wished Cresenthia hadn't walked in. She didn't want her knowing she was so sad. But, maybe it was good it was Cresenthia and not someone else. Allie was wishing she wasn't so depressed. She wanted to be happy, to be normal, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. Biting her bottom lip she shook her head gently. She knew Cresenthia hadn't needed to see her wipe her tears away. She knew she could see the emotion in the painting.

Mickayla bit back more tears as she felt Cresenthia's arm land on her arm. She looked up at her, then stopped taking the painting down. She took a deep breathe, listening to Cresenthia speak. So, Cresenthia always saw the pain she tried to hold inside? Well, maybe that was a good thing. sorry... she whispered, her voice soft, sweet, angelic. Allie froze. Did she really just speak? But, she couldn't speak. There was no way that had just happened. But, it did. Allie really spoke. After almost eleven years of silence, Allie spoke. Glancing up at Cresenthia, Allie's eyes showed shock. But, for once, it was shock at herself, not anyone else. But, was her whisper loud enough for Cresenthia to hear?

Allie lifted her other hand and wiped the rest of the tears away from her eyes. She couldn't believe she had actually just spoken. She didn't even have to force it out. Sure, it was one small word, but she spoke. In all truth, Allie had forgotten what her voice sounded like. the last time she spoke she was a 5 year old running around the Academy causing trouble. Now the question was if she could speak again. OR if she could speak to anyone other than Cresenthia. Could she speak to her mom, she highly doubted it. Biting her lip once more Allie waited for Cresenthia to say something, to say anything.

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

Cresenthia was very glad that she had walked in, anyone could have walked into the room – like Allie’s mother; but now that she was in the room, she could easily make anyone else leave and claim that she was giving Allie extra lessons or something if someone started asking questions. Anyways, she liked having time alone with Allie, even though the girl didn’t talk she enjoyed being with her. And she loved her artwork, and she practically never liked any of the students work.

A soft tone filled the air for a small second, and if it was not for Cresenthia being a vampire, she never would have heard the quiet sound. It was a sound that she had not been expecting, not at all, and she hadn’t heard it for a very long time. It had changed since she had last heard it, but that was to be expected, the girl was a teenager now, not a little kid, and their voice were different. Still, she couldn’t hide the surprise shown on her face. ”It’s okay. You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” the words fell out of her mouth, a bit slower than normal due to the fact that she was still in shock from hearing Allie’s voice.

Hearing the voice was a nice surprise, she had started to think that she would never hear it. now she just wondered if the girl would speak again…she had only heard one little word, but it was enough, and enough to make her want more. If she could say one word then maybe she could say more, but if she wanted to was completely different. ”You have a lovely voice.” she stated, giving her a small smile. She did mean it, she liked Allie’s voice, it was a nice change from the high pitched voice of a lot of the teenage girls.

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[mickayla allison bennett]

Much like Cresenthia, Allie was happy she had walked in. It could have been her mother, and that would have been terrible. Now that Cresenthia was here, she could easily make an excuse to send everyone away. Allie was extremely happy for that. She could just see what her mother would do if she walked in on the girl and her painting. Though, Allie didn't want to think about that, so she stopped the thoughts and looked at Cresenthia. Plus, Allie enjoyed being with Cresenthia. She felt safe, and loved, and wanted. Not like when she was around everyone.

Allie couldn't believe she had just spoke. At first, she thought it was in her head, until she heard Cresenthia speak. Obviously, it was real. Allie felt herself shaking her head. Now she had to decide if talking was good or not. Biting her bottom lip, Allie glanced down at the floor and sighed softly. This wasn't what Allie had been expecting for the night. It was hard to believe she had truly talked. ok.. she whispered. Now the only problem was figuring out if she could speak more than one word at a time. Well, of course she could but would she.

Allie knew she could speak more, and in all truth, she wanted to. But, when you've been told all your life that everyone's happier when you don't talk, it takes a lot to change your mind about it. Allie took a deep breath then looked up at Cresenthia and smiled as she spoke. thank you... she whispered. can... can I only talk to you? she asked, supringing herself with how easily the words fell from her lips. She didn't want to talk to anyone. If she did, then she'd be forced to talk to her mother, and she didn't want that. Cresenthia was the only person who ever wanted her to talk, so she was the only person Allie wanted to talk to.

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

Hearing another soft whisper leave the girls mouth, she tried to hide her surprise. She hadn’t expected her to speak again, this was like a miracle. Even if Allie so far had only spoken one word at a time, it was still a huge step, one that just took about ten years. Cresenthia felt sort of…happy, she was overjoyed that Allie was speaking again, even if it wasn’t much, she doubted that the girl would be very chatty even when she started speaking more, but that wasn’t a bad thing. She didn’t like chatty kids all that much, they got really annoying really fast.

A small chuckle escaped her lips as the girl’s words. Could she only talk to her? ”Well honey, I wouldn’t know that part. You talk to whoever you want to if you try; I’m not going to stop you from talking to anyone. I enjoy your voice too much.” she told her, her smile growing slightly. She liked that Allie was talking a little bit more, it was up to a full sentence now, which just a half hour ago Cresenthia would have told you that was impossible and wouldn’t happen anytime soon, but even vampires can be wrong every now and then.

Managing to not take her eyes off of the girl, another thought ran across her mind. “But the question is, do you want to talk to anyone else?” she asked, her voice slightly quieter than it was before. She knew that Allie didn’t have that great of a relationship with her mom, and she didn’t ever see the girl around people very often, if ever. She just saw her in front of some kind of art related thing. She wasn’t sure if she had ever actually seen her without something to draw on, she wasn’t sure if it was possible.

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[mickayla allison bennett]

Mickayla couldn't believe she was actually talking again. If someone had told Allie she was going to be speaking again today, after her eleven years of sucessful silence, she would have thought they were crazy, but it was true. Allie was talking again. She wouldn't have believed it. She would have told them they were crazy, and yet, she was talking. She was actually talking. Allie had been right, she hadn't remembered her voice. But, she liked it. Well, as much as one can like their won voice. Allie was just as suprised as, maybe even more than, Cresenthia that she was speaking again. Of course, Cresenthia had hoped she would one day, Allie firmly disregared the word hope from her vocabulary and completely believed she's be silent forever.

Allie pouted softly at the woman's words. Why would she want to talk to anyone else? Who else would care if she spoke. Plus, if she spoke to anyone else, or someone found out she was speaking, it'd go straight to the Headmaster, and he scared her. If the Headmaster knew she was talking, he'd probably have her in the games, with the reason she annoyed him to much, or something like that. That was the last thing Allie wanted. She'd rather talk to her mom for hours on end before even having to say hello to the Headmaster.

Glancing up at Cresenthia again, she shook her head. I'd rather not... she said, her voice just slightly louder this time. Obviously, the girl was extremely nervous about talking, since it wasn't something she was used to. But, she didn't want to talk to anyone else. She knew people would want her quiet again. So, why bother them by talking to them. It's not like anyone cared enough to actually want her to talk besides Cresenthia, so why would she want to talk to anyone else?

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

Cresenthia had almost completely forgotten that the girl had been painting before, or what she had even been painting, she had pushed all that aside when she had heard her speak. Actually, she had forgotten just about everything else, like what she was actually suppose to be doing right now, and her lesson plan for the next week, or that she still had papers to grade, but none of that was important right now. Not compared to Allie speaking again. Nothing was more important than this, not in Thia’s mind at least. She had been waiting for this to happen, for much too long.

Seeing the girl’s pout, a soft chuckle escaped her lips. Allie just looked to adorable when she pouted. Shaking her head, she tried to push that thought out of her mind, she probably shouldn’t be thinking that her students could be adorable, even Allie. Actually, she really shouldn’t be this close to Allie either, but she refused to not be. It could very easily get them, mainly Allie, in trouble, but Cresenthia was not going to let that happen, not if she had anything to do with it. Though if she could, she would make sure that Allie was happy at all times and never had to go to the games.

Hearing the words the girl spoke, the professor nodded. If she didn’t want to talk than she wasn’t about to stop her. “That’s alright. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, and you should wait until you’re ready to speak to people. Don’t talk to someone unless you feel like you’re ready.” she told her. She just liked that Allie was talking to her, it would be great if she talked to other people also, but Cresenthia couldn’t do anything about that, and she wasn’t going to force the poor girl, that would just be mean.

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[mickayla allison bennett]

Much like Cresenthia, Allie forgot about everything. She forgot the painting, being terribly sad, being tormented by her mother, Everything. Nothing could compare to thing, nothing. Allie couldn't believe she was speaking. After ten long years, she was speaking. Actually talking. She was talking to someone who wanted her to talk, someone who cared. Allie shifted softly, then noticed Cresenthia's hand was still around her arm. She glanced down at her hand, then back at Cresenthia again, and giggled softly, her pout quickly returning to her lips.But, she didn't care, it wasn't something that mattered much to the girl. All she cared about was that she was talking to someone who made her feel safe, and wanted, and cared for.

When Cresenthia chuckled, Allie let up the pout and smiled. Allie knew she could get into major trouble for being as close to Cresenthia as she was, but she didn't care. Cresenthia was the only person that really cared for Allie. Plus, having Cresenthia to protect her was better than having anyone else to protect her, and not just because she was a vampire. Allie felt incredibly safe everytime Cresenthia was around. Much like Cresenthia not wanted Allie to be upset, Allie hated when Cresenthia was upset. Allie especially hated it when she was sad, she could deal with Cresenthia being mad, but when the woman was truly upset, it made Allie even more sad than she had been already.

Allie's smiled widened slightly at the womans words. It made Allie happy that she wouldn't have to talk to anyone else. It wouldn't e hard to stay silent around everyone else, actually, it would probably be easier now. Now that if she needed to she could go to Cresenthia and tell her how she felt. Thankyou... she replied, her voice suddenly sounding soft again. Biting her bottom lip Allie shifted again, just slightly and glanced at Cresenthia, smiling.

[headmistress cresenthia evans]

Cresenthia really had forgotten that she hadn’t let go of Allie’s arm. The things you forget when people who haven’t spoken for eleven years speak again. Hearing the girl giggle, her smile widened a bit. She liked hearing the girl giggle, it meant she was happy, at least for a little bit, it was a nice happy sound. And happy was something that Cresenthia wished Allie would be more often. Thia quickly let go of the girl’s arm, giggling a little herself. She probably should start paying attention to things, otherwise someone would be able to walk in and she would notice it.

The smile on Cressy’s face widened when the pout that had been fixated on Allie’s face turned into a smile. She loved seeing the girl smile, it made her feel better. She knew that she could very easily get the both of them in trouble for being this close to her, but she didn’t care, she refused to let anyone harm her Allie. She might be able to deal with her leaving the school when she graduated, but she would not tolerate anyone harming her little girl. Even if she wasn’t technically her little girl, she didn’t care, she felt like she was the majority of the time.

”You’re welcome.” she told the girl, the smile still not leaving her face. There was just something about Allie talking that made her feel like smiling, and unable to stop. ”I think you should smile more.” she stated, seeing the girl smile again. Normally she saw her hovering over a painting or a sketch or a drawing she was doing, it wasn’t exactly a very common thing for her to see the girl smiling, but she loved it when she actually got to see it. it was like finding a hidden treasure.

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[mickayla allison bennett]

Allie liked giggling, because she liked being happy. It was an odd thing for her. Being happy. Being able to show her happiness. The last time she had really giggled she had been 5. She was running around the Art room. She couldn't remember how anymore, but she had convinced Cresenthia to play tag with her. So, she was running around, laughing her head off, and trying not to get caught. It had been the last time Allie had real fun. But, regardless, Allie was giggling now, and she was happy. Well, as happy as the saddest girl in all of Forevermore could be.

Allie noticed Cresenthia's smile widen, and hers did too, almost automatically. Allie hadn't truly smiled in so long. Sure, she smiled when people asked her if she was ok, so she didn't get bagered by questions, but she hadn't smiled out of happiness in so long. Allie hadn't seen Cresenthia smile out of true happiness in a while either. She was pretty sure that's what she was doing know though. That's what she hoped anyway. Allie bit her lip for a moment, thinking. Thinking about how she didn't want to leave Forevermore. She wished she could stay here forever. How did you leave the place you grew up, the person who cared for you, and the only place you ever knew, to go out into a world, you hardly know even exists. Forevermore was Allie's world. It was the only place she ever knew.

The smile returned to Allie's face when Cresenthia spoke. Something about being able to speak to Cresenthia made Allie wanna smile, and jump up and down, and spin in circles, and just be happy. It made her naturally happy. When Cresenthia told her she should smile more, her smile widened slightly and she giggled. It wasn't a common thing for Allie to smile. By tommorow, something would probably happen for Allie to be upset again, so for know, she'd be happy, and be happy about being happy.

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