Ummmm i go by Juniper or juni

14 (13- && 21+ dniuid)

i love omam and south park... fans of both interact ok....... 🥹

this is insanely lazy its 8am idont wanna put effort into dis

i block freely, if u r lengeorge/gennie shipper dont interact with my oosts,,,, ummmm u can actually just dont talk to me about it. I dont like Lengeorge so i will Probably block if u bring it up around me. Ok.

When I laid in bed, I couldn't help but to see his eyes. Those blue, sinister eyes, staring at me through the darkness. Those eyes were sculpted into my mind, unable to leave. I turned over, trying to forget about it. I looked about the room, my eyes shifting from poster to poster, picture to picture. That was until a dim light shone and a vibration was followed by it. I picked up my phone, seeing that I received a text message. I wanted to ignore it, but it was from my father.

'Did you do your homework?'

'No.' I replied.

'Get up and do it.' I could hear his voice speaking in my head. I sat up and checked the time and it was nearly 2 in the morning.

'But I have school in 7 hours.' I didn't want to do homework, but I knew I had to.

I was exhausted from work and laying tireless in my bed. I closed my eyes to go to sleep, but those eyes were branded into the back of my head. I got up and reached into my backpack, pulling out my books.

'Come downstairs.' I was already up, so I just took my things with me.

I descended down the stairs and went through the hall corridors. I was walking to my father's study, he usually stayed awake, going over records and really just administration work. He made sure my homework and things were finished before he went off to bed. He was one of those parents who didn't like the thought that their kid wasn't smart enough. I guess since I didn't speak to him when I came home, he wasn't sure if I did it or not. I reached the door of his study and was about to knock when he answered.

"Just come on in Ashley." He said.

I pushed the door in and walked in the room. I went to a desk that was already prepared for me. I sat my things down and started working. I completed my homework for my medical classes, all that was left was my communications. I half paid any attention to what I was doing, but I managed to do most of it. It was 4:27am and I wasn't completely finished with it. My father straddled over me, watching to make sure I was working, it was 5:06 when I finally finished. I yawned and picked up my things, following my father from the room. He waited for me to catch up and he put his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm proud of you son." I rolled my eyes.

He's never proud of me, just says that as 'motivation'. I learned that a long time ago that I can never please him. He's always pushed me to do things and they were never good enough for him. In junior high, he always made me go above and beyond. English papers, math work, it all had to be spectacular. None of my grades were ever below a 95, but it still wasn't a 100. In high school, I had to take all AP classes, never making below a 95. Those were college level courses that I passed, while others failed and it still didn't seem to impress him.

When I graduated, it was at the top of my class with a GPA of 3.9. It still wasn't good enough, all I got was a pat on the back. It didn't matter to me, my father never really was the type who would show me any type of affection. The only person I've met who has shown me affection is little Kenadee. From what I know, she's the only one who has.

"Thanks." I smiled half-heartedly at him and shrugged his arm from my shoulders.

It felt weird to have him close to me, so I maneuvered away some. I held my books to my chest and walked the way to my room. He walked along side of me, striding at a steady pace. I saw him from my peripheral vision, looking through his files. I was just about to the stairwell, I needed to get to my room. I needed to get there quick, not only was it awkward walking with my father, but I could feel sleep starting to take over. I climbed the steps, 2 at a time up to my room.

"Ashley." He said, trying to catch my attention. I turned around and looked at him climb the stairs, staring at his files.

"What?" I asked and yawned.

"I had a talk with your teachers today."

I groaned in annoyance. Not only was I going to possibly receive a lecture from my professors tomorrow, but now I was definitely getting one from my father. He trudged up to where I was and sighed, putting the folders down by his side.

"What are you doing son?" He asked.

"I don't know what you mean. Like I told Mrs. Smith, I'm making good grades, that's all that matters." I said in an annoyed tone because I was. I was tired of him saying what I didn't do right and pointing it out.

"No, what matters is how you're getting them. You aren't taking anything are you? Ashley, if you're cheating or taking drugs," He always assumed the worst.

"So you think I'm taking drugs because I'm smart and don't need to pay attention to get good grades? Wow, thanks dad. That means a lot." I said sarcastically before going the last steps and heading to my room.

"I'm just looking out for you. It's all very suspicious." He yelled as his feet thudded up the stairs.

"Whatever." I closed the door and laid my books down before getting back in the bed.

He never thinks good of what I do. And where do these teachers get off with concerning themselves with me? I'm doing great and I don't pay attention. If you ask me, that's perfectly fine, better than most students are capable of doing. I think I should be awarded for my academic achievement and managing it without paying attention.

I went to sleep, even though I had my first class in 4 hours. I was just trying to forget everything. I've always been the type of person to push things away and forget they ever happened. I don't like to continue stressing or talking about things that happened in the past. If it was 1 minute ago, in the past, I no longer give a fuck about it. The past is the past and you must leave it behind.

When I woke up, I couldn't remember what class I was going to have first. I was gathering my things together, I overslept my usual time. I would wake up and have 2 hours before I had to go to class, this time I had an hour. Being up doing homework earlier this morning ruined it. I had to hurry and shower and get dressed, leaving me 45 minutes to eat, gather my things, and go the 5 and a half miles to the school.

After I was dressed, I didn't know which class I would have first. Human Anatomy, Medical Science, or Biology. I looked at my phone, going to the calendar, and looking through my events. It said that I had a test today at 2 and that was it. I looked at yesterday's schedule instead, and luckily figured out my class rotation. I got my things for my necessary classes and went downstairs to get me something to eat. Dad had left early since he wa headmaster, he had to get up and get everything in the school in order.

The house was empty, but when wasn't it. Ever since I've lived here, it's been nothing but empty and lonely. I used to go through the halls, shouting, just to hear my voice as it echoed. It managed to entertain me whenever I was bored. I went into the kitchen and laid my things on the counter and went to the fridge.

The only thing that I had the appetite for was a Toaster Strudel, it was also the only thing I had time to fix and eat. I put the two Toaster Strudels in the toaster, laid the frosting on the counter, and walked around to the fridge and got out one of the small Sunny D's that were stocked inside.

I went to the table and laid my head down, waiting for my breakfast to get done. I was still exhausted from working on my homework when I could have been sleeping. The Toaster Strudels popped up and I got up and went to get it.

I put them on a plate and poured the icing on them, putting my initials on top. Although I was in a hurry, I did have time to do this. I took the plate, my orange juice, and books with me as I headed to the car. I put my thing in the front seat, and held the plate in my hand and climbed in the drivers' seat.

I had less than 15 minutes to get to school, which I wasn't looking forward to. I was just ready for the day to be over. I had to work from 2:40-11:00 and I was ready to go. My thoughts started to go back to the mysterious guy from yesterday. I ate my breakfast as I went down the road leading to the school. When I pulled up, I had only 4 minutes before I would be counted as tardy. I drank the rest of my orange juice and grabbed my things for my classes and I was off.

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Throughout all my classes I couldn't keep my mind off of him. His eyes glistening in the darkness. I was waiting for the clock to tick down for me to go to work. We were going to take the test within minutes and if I finished early, I could get to work early. I watched as everyone studied the whole time the teacher lectured and I was just doodling. I was drawing the best caricature I could of Kenadee, the little darling. I tried to mimic her lovely blonde hair that flowed down her back slightly.

"Okay, everyone. Notes away, time to test." The teacher announced and everyone put their things away.

She started to hand the few people in front the stacks of papers and they passed them back. When I got mine, I immediately started, still wanting to hurry up and get out of here.

"Number one, what is Melanoma? How dumb to they think I am? C.) cancer due to UV Ray exposure on pigments." I said to myself.

I remembered everything that was on this test, it was almost directly out the book. I don't see why they think that this stuff should be difficult and that I shouldn't be able to do it. I actually finished sooner than I thought though. With only 20 minutes left before I actually had to be at work. I got up and walked down to the teacher and handed him my test.

"Are you finished already?" He asked, taking the paper and flipping through it.

"Yes sir." I said confidently and turned on my heel and began my walk to my things so I could go.

I grabbed my binder and went out the back doors that exited the classroom. I walked through the campus and headed to the student parking lot. Not many people were out, the ones who were either finished early or didn't have a class this hour. I made it to my car and threw my books in the back, not wanting to think about school anymore. I was tired of it.

I drove the mile to work and parked in my usual spot. I got out and lightly skipped into the diner, ready to work.

"Hey Billy. Hey Jolie." I waved at them as I walked in.

"Hey Ashley." Billy said back.

"Hey hon, guess what?" Jolie asked.

"Ashley." A heavenly voice said. I turned to see Mitch walk over with Kenadee by his side.

"LadyBug." I said as she tackled me into a hug. I picked her up and hugged her, looking over her shoulder at Mitch and Jolie.

"I missed you." She spoke softly in my ear.

"I missed you too. I can't wait to see my LadyBug on her birthday. You're growing up so fast." She pulled away and I propped her on my waist.

"She's just like a flower, the cutest thing every invented that grows heavenly." Mitch commented. I gave him a smile, agreeing with him.

We all sat and talked some about her party they had been planning. It was kind of slow today so I didn't have to do that much work. I mainly tended to Kenadee, giving her pancakes and some cookies when Jolie wasn't looking. It wasn't until 5 when everything changed.

Those blue eyes I had been thinking about, were now looking directly at me. They came through the doors and landed on me. I turned my attention from them to Kenadee, not wanting to go over to where he was. I didn't think I would have to.

"Ashley, dear. Can you go wait on that customer please?" Jolie asked.

"Okay." I could never say no to her, even though I wanted to.

I kissed Kenadee's forehead and went around the counter to get my notepad and pencil. I got them and walked slowly over to the man. When I got to him, I stared at the same tattoos that marked his arms all over. He looked up at me and his eyes showed a bit of aggressiveness.

"Wh-what would you like to order?" I asked.

"Let me have a BLT and black coffee." It was the same thing he ordered last time.

"Coming right up." I told him and turned to go tell Billy about the order.

"Waiter?" He called back. I looked at Jolie and the others, they were all in deep conversations.

"Yes?" I turned around and went back to him.

"What's your name?" He asked in his deep velvety voice.

"As-Ashley." I had tried my best to not stutter but I did.

"Okay, Ashley."

He said my name in a teasing way, but he didn't seem to be teasing. I tensed up at the thought of him knowing my name. What if he just wanted to know so that he could find me an kill me? I turned around and went back to the others, giving Jolie the order, which she handed to Billy.

"What's up with that guy?" I asked her while I played in Kenadee's hair.

Of Mice & Men - Self-Titled Neon Green Vinyl!

This. I don’t know if this is it for me, me and this blog but damn it feels right. This is what I wrote about this is what I wish for, for him.

Through interviews, I knew this is what he wanted. A family and it’s what he’s gotten so fast. He found the love of his life who came with a little love, a child. You know he’s fallen in love, you know he’s in that father mode. He will always be there for her. This picture melts my heart.