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HaloHeroWolf118
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2011
- Location
- Pahrump, Nevada
For Micheal the marriage had been something good for his father he had often thought his father was depressed before he met his new wife and after two years of dating and being together they had become engaged and soon married. Meeting his new step sibling had been fun having never had a sibling before but he knew he had to adjust when her and her mother moved in. His Step sister Jadzia was younger than him but they at least didn't appear to hate each other, her name came from a Star Trek show her mother loved so she had named her daughter after one of the characters. They had settled in and things were calming down save for the incidents such as knocking on the door to the bathroom they shared or remembering to wear more than they normally would around the house.
The house was a two story with a pool in the large back yard, it had a tile roof of red clay and was a light brown color. It got allot of shade from the two large oaks that stood on either side of it, the pool was one of those salt water kinds that his father took and abnormal amount of pride in. It had been only a month since moving in but it had begun to feel much longer to Micheal. Micheal was a football player who had also taken up boxing the training leaving him sculpted and rather good looking. He had blond hair that he dyed black leaving a stripe down the middle his original color, he cut the sides short leaving the top alone and often spiking it.
Today the house was settling into bed getting ready for another school week, Micheal had just finished his shower and had dried off before pulling on his pajama pants and leaving the bath. Little beads of waters ran down his sculpted chest as he walked to his room, his room was filled with the obvious things posters of games, rock bands and a few swimsuit models. A desk sat near his window which was covered with a blanket which kept his room darker. It was also untidy dirty clothes littered the floor along with some magazines and the odd pizza box, a couple of bean bags sat in front of his tv where his gaming consoles were hooked to. His closet was open revealing the mirror on the inside of the door. A passing glance in said mirror let Mikes dark grey eyes look at him there was a little gold in the grey near the pupils. He turned his lights out and laid on his bed which was as untidy as the room, he laid there staring up at his dark ceiling as he listened to the house.
The house was a two story with a pool in the large back yard, it had a tile roof of red clay and was a light brown color. It got allot of shade from the two large oaks that stood on either side of it, the pool was one of those salt water kinds that his father took and abnormal amount of pride in. It had been only a month since moving in but it had begun to feel much longer to Micheal. Micheal was a football player who had also taken up boxing the training leaving him sculpted and rather good looking. He had blond hair that he dyed black leaving a stripe down the middle his original color, he cut the sides short leaving the top alone and often spiking it.
Today the house was settling into bed getting ready for another school week, Micheal had just finished his shower and had dried off before pulling on his pajama pants and leaving the bath. Little beads of waters ran down his sculpted chest as he walked to his room, his room was filled with the obvious things posters of games, rock bands and a few swimsuit models. A desk sat near his window which was covered with a blanket which kept his room darker. It was also untidy dirty clothes littered the floor along with some magazines and the odd pizza box, a couple of bean bags sat in front of his tv where his gaming consoles were hooked to. His closet was open revealing the mirror on the inside of the door. A passing glance in said mirror let Mikes dark grey eyes look at him there was a little gold in the grey near the pupils. He turned his lights out and laid on his bed which was as untidy as the room, he laid there staring up at his dark ceiling as he listened to the house.