Violet Snow
Pulsar
- Joined
- Mar 11, 2013
- Location
- South Carolina
John May was turning seventeen years old tomorrow and he was the spitting image of his grandfather. The only difference between them was that his eyes were more of the baby blue color of his mother, Zoey's, then his grandfather's dark shade. He was about 5'7 in height and 189 lbs in weight. He was strong and fit, and all together nothing like his mother. His mother was fragile and precious, a true treasure. He himself was the one who protected her, when his grandfather Alex and his uncle Stephen weren't doing it for him anyway.
At the moment he was in the kitchen preparing dinner for himself and his mother. They lived alone in a house, although they visited their family a bunch of the time. He smiled as he finished it, setting the table and the plates. "Mother! Dinner's ready!"
At the moment he was in the kitchen preparing dinner for himself and his mother. They lived alone in a house, although they visited their family a bunch of the time. He smiled as he finished it, setting the table and the plates. "Mother! Dinner's ready!"