TwilitKitsune

Name:  Sam Winston Age:  19 Gender:  Male Height:  6'5" Weight:  196 lbs Sexuality:  Bisexual Occupation: College Student - Majoring in Law Personality:  Friendly, modest…  He tries to be ethical.  But for the most part, he's kind.  He's also very into the supernatural. Description:  Very tall and lanky.  He has floppy brown hair and green-hazel eyes, and his skin is lightly tanned. What brought them to the Sinclair Manor:  Needed a place to stay because he didn't want to have to stay on college campus.

Name:  Joseph Geraldo Age:  19 Gender:  Male Height:  6'3" Weight:  190 lbs Sexuality:  Bisexual Occupation:  Writer / Freshman in College Personality:  Kind and taciturn - however he can be very sarcastic.  He wrote his first book at the age of 15, and has become a bestselling author.  He has a link with the power of light, but he does not understand much about it. Description:  He is a tall, tan man with dark brown-red eyes and dark brown hair. What brought them to Sinclair Manor:  The Manor was within the vicinity of the college he goes to, so he decided it would be best if he stayed there instead of on campus.

This morning when I awoke, I looked out the window.  The sky was ablaze with the fire of dawn, which set a mood upon me.  I looked to the trees, ever so still and patient.  My eyes grazed the snowy land before me, glistening white with snow.  There was the familiar damp, morning smell that wavered through the air.  The squawk of the flock of Canadian geese chimed like an odd note to complement the symphony of dawn.  But then amidst all of the morning glory, I suddenly remembered how much I hated waking up every day.

Little do you know Of how much I adore your Venomous Enticing Appalling Narcotic Drug-like Heartless Addicting Tempting Essence of existence Please, Attract me even more So I can still feel that Sizzling sensation of my heart Incinerating On the inside of me Nestled against my feelings

Depression Hurts To the sharp point Of its syringe's needle That injects you with its Pain Sorrow Misery Despair Enigma Boredom Fatigue That seems as if it's like a drug Making you spiral, Not upwards into a high But down into a low Awful Agonizing Feeling That feels as if it's never going to end But there is a shimmering line of light that can sear through your dark cloud But only you can put it there. It has a very distinct name: Happiness