Post by TRISTAN KALINE LA PORTA on Mar 3, 2013 23:33:25 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6jh1H.png); padding: 5px, bTable] TRISTAN K. LA PORTA 19 | STRAIGHT | FLORIST | LOCAL | CARLY RAE JEPSEN "i think... i think when it's all over, it just comes back in flashes, you know? like a kaleidoscope of memories. it just all comes back, but he never does. i think a part of me knew the second i saw him that this would happen. it's not really anything he said or anything he did, it was the feeling that came along with it. and the crazy thing is, i don't know if i'm ever going to feel that way again... but i don't know if i should. i knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright, but i just thought: how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you? maybe he knew that when he saw me. i guess i just lost my balance. i think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him, it was losing me." --- taylor swift 'i knew you were trouble.' BABY GIRL I GUESS YOU DIDN'T CARE AND I GUESS I LIKED THAT that's what they call her at first, when they find the bundle of blankets on the doorstep of the orphanage. as far as they can tell, the girl is barely a month old, and since they can't pinpoint an exact date, they put in their records that her birthday is exactly 31 days before the morning they found her: november 23. there's under 50 hours until christmas morning and for a few days, they cling to the hope that the baby's parents will return for her, but they don't. LITTLE BEAUTY BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN by the time may 23 hits and the baby is suddenly (approximately) six months old, they don't expect that anyone's going to adopt her before she reaches the one-year mark. they don't like to name babies this small; they like to leave it for the adoptive parents. but baby girl is getting tiresome and they switch over to little beauty, which eventually just shortens itself to beauty. when halloween comes, they dress her up in a tiny yellow dress and call her belle, just for the day. KALINE SO SHAME ON ME NOW YOU FLEW ME TO PLACES I'D NEVER BEEN november 23, 1994 rolls around quickly, and beauty just won't cut it anymore. she's a year old now, sprouting up quickly. the unspoken rule at the orphanage is that after one year, a baby needs a name. they choose kaline; it stems from kalina, which means beauty, so it doesn't seem like all that far a stretch from what they called her before. TRISTA PRETENDS HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT HE'S THE REASON WHY YOU'RE DROWNING she's almost two years old by the time that liana and valerie la porta move to the city. they've been married for nine years now and have already adopted two boys from the nearest orphanage in san diego, where they lived before, and they want a girl. still, they name her tristan; they keep kaline as a middle name and call her trista for short, although it's only a single letter shorter than her real name. TREE HE WAS LONG GONE WHEN HE MET ME AND I REALIZE THE JOKE IS ON ME liana and valerie discover their little girl's love for nature when she begins to call herself tree instead of tristan. she spends hours out in the garden, picking flowers and arranging them in the vases in the house, setting them into the flower arrangements that have already been placed on various tables and shelves. when her mothers start asking her what she wants to be when she grows up, it's always something along those lines: florist, gardener, landscaper. TRISTAN PLACES I'D NEVER BEEN NOW I'M LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND once she learns how to pronounce her full name, her childhood takes a turn for the uneventful. she's a quiet sort of girl; she goes to school, comes home, does her homework, goes out into the garden, and then goes to bed. she has a few close friends, but her birthday parties are always small. she's shy and pointedly ignores any crack made about the fact that she's got two mothers, and on father's day, she and her brothers make cards and homemade crafts for both of their grandparents and mail them off to san diego. in her freshman year, tristan becomes a proud member of the lgbt and ties a rainbow-striped ribbon to every single bag she owns. TRIS THE SADDEST FEAR COMES CREEPING IN THAT YOU NEVER LOVED ME in her sophomore year, everything changes. she meets him and he's so very different from her, and she falls for him anyway. his world is the polar opposite of her own and she changes herself to be with him. she hides away her rainbow ribbons in her desk drawer and starts going out after school, staying out until long after her moms have gone to bed. she forms an attitude for herself. she only laughs when she's with him and she doesn't go out into the garden as often anymore. tris is a completely different person from tristan, and everyone can tell. T, JUST T FLEW ME TO PLACES I'D NEVER BEEN 'TIL YOU PUT ME DOWN tris, too, disappears around her eighteenth birthday. she's in her senior year and disappears for three whole days -- saturday, sunday, monday -- leaving nothing but a note for her mothers, signed t. when she comes back, she's subjected to a living room questioning (those are the worst kind, she thinks) and that's when the truth comes out: she's pregnant. her mothers try to support her -- hell, even he tries to support her, going so far as to buy a ring that he never ends up giving her. but fifteen weeks in, she loses the baby. then t leaves, too, along with the boy who changed her so much in the first place. TRISTAN 2.0 YOU WERE RIGHT THERE I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE she takes what feels like forever to get back to normal -- the first tristan, the one who existed from first grade until ninth. her moms practically scream with joy when they wake up one saturday morning in may to find their youngest child out in the front yard, kneeling in the grass and planting cosmos and sunflowers. she reverts to her old self, the quiet one with the rainbow-striped ribbons, and after high school graduation, she begs her moms for a loan to rent out a tiny shop next to a bookstore down the road from her old school. the la porta family paints the sign together: the secret garden. - - - "I DON'T KNOW IF YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE UNTIL YOU LOSE WHO YOU ARE." BEHIND THE MASK RACHEL | 18 | PACIFIC TIME | STEPH LINKED ME | NONE really, it was just her luck that she knocked over all the paints on her desk just two minutes before the final bell. personally, analiese kyla juniper would much rather go back to the large, empty house a twenty-minute walk away from the school than clean up paint. her mom was off in france for some kind of fashion event that she hadn't really cared to listen to the details about, and her father was shooting his next big hit in australia. ana didn't mind being left home alone, exactly, but she would have liked it a little more if her aunt taryn was still living with them. she'd been ana's live-in nanny since the first few months of her life, up until analiese had been deemed too old for a nanny after finishing junior year. really, taryn had been more like a mother (and a sister and a best friend, basically everything she could need, all rolled up into one) and she hadn't come back to visit much over the past several months, given that she'd gotten a new job as a full-time nanny on the outskirts of the city. however much analiese wanted to evacuate the school as quickly as possible when the bell rang, officially dismissing the students of worthington prep from its clutches, she ducked down behind her desk anyway, several damp paper towels in one hand. miss o'malley wouldn't want paint drying all over the linoleum floor overnight, and as oddly quiet and wide-eyed as analiese found the art teacher to be, she didn't want to cause any kind of trouble. it was already obvious enough to her that she was barely scraping by in the class -- apparently, she only had a creative ear, with no hint of a creative eye. the classroom emptied quickly, and analiese was left crouching on the floor next to her desk, supporting herself with one hand and wiping up paint with the other. it was barely thirty seconds after the bell before she was left alone with the art teacher. |
