Freedomtown IC

GODDAMMIT.

Pregnancy hormones are officially go.

It's 3 in the fucking morning, and I'm sitting here crying like a bitch who just watched The Notebook for the first time, because some chick in a commercial ran out of coffee.

What. The. Fuck.

I'm sorry that I'm so used to being hurt that I didn't cry publicly when my whole world was shattered. I guess that makes me a bad person.

So far I'm loving this place. My brother is here, a version of my mom, two aunts. My brother even has a daughter. What? That's just crazy. I think I almost like it more than home. Only I wish my dad was here so I can watch his head explode.

That being said....

I was raised to protect my family no matter what. So I basically know my half sister by name only but the next person that fucks with her? I will rip out your spine and set the rest of you on fire.

Let's go with the childhood lesson if you don't have something nice to say, shut the fuck up.

Got it?

Good.

No really, is there anyone here worth liking?

So I've noticed something since being here...

The single people would rather bitch about being single than growing some balls and actually doing something.

Now that I'm at least sure this isn't just the result of some bad weed, Jesus my mom and dad would freak the hell out over this place.

I'm Harris Conner-Healy, if anyone cares.

Everyone's just so... chipper here.

I'm used to much more vampires and werewolves running around. Well... there were more vampires until someone started killing off The Mikaelson family.

Great... Just what I always wanted. A whole new reality of people to hate me. Wonderful.

Whatever, I'm Keira. If someone could point me in the direction of the nearest bar, that would be great.