BAKER, easy layne

[EASY LAYNE BAKER]

SEVENTEEN. HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR. HETEROSEXUAL. EASY GOING. ROGER LAPORTE.
( EASY LAYNE BAKER )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

name's easy. yes, like that word in the english language. easy layne baker. my middle name is pronouce as 'lane' not lay-knee. i will poke your eyes out if you say it any other way. so, i'm pretty laid back honestly. i just go with the flow, that has been my motto since i was eight and it hasn't failed me yet. i don't really care what people think. with a name like mine i think you just can't care. i was called lots of names growing up. easy bake oven was one of them, although i think it's pretty stupid since i am not anything like an oven. but you know, girls. fun is what i would love my middle name to be. i like to have fun 24/7. seriousness just isn't in my vocab. i can't be serious, i really can't. sarcasm is my second language. i really like it, i can't tell you why. and usually i can tell when there's a time to use it and a time to knock it off. most of the time anyways. like any kid my age parties are what i like to do on friday nights. i usually don't like to stay home during the weekend mostly just cause it's not what kids are supposed to do. or, it seems that way. i try to be as respectable as possible to people, but if you're talking shit behind my back i won't tolerate that and well, i'll probably end up getting suspended for a couple weeks and we'll leave it at that. and sometimes i have a really bad temper, like really bad. though usually when i get beyond pissed i just sort of shut my mouth and walk away. when i'm annoyed, that's when i start snapping at people and telling them to just shut up before they get punched in the face. usually though i'm a big teddy bear. woo right?

but i guess when it came to my past it wasn't this big sob story. i grew up with my mom, dad and my big brother and we had a dog named dusty for a while. but we grew up in a normal house. my dad guy and my mom does interior design. and plans weddings on the side. that woman is really wonder woman i swear. anyways, out of the baker kids, my brother was the one who never did anything out of line. always did what he was told and never spoke out of order to anyone. he was quite the gentlemen. while me, i was the terror kid. i got into everything and then some. apparently i had woken up early one day when i was 3 or 4 or something and just grabbed everything i could out of the fridge and made 'breakfast'. yum. mixed foods that shouldn't be mixed ever. and then i apparently ran outside naked and crawled into the neighbors yard to play with their dog and go swimming, since they had a pool. i know, i was terrible. also, i had cut my brother's hair while he was sleeping. elementary school wasn't bad. although i was sort of the bully in school. i particularly remember bullying hollis, although that ended right quick. but hey, making fun of my name doesn't mean i can't hit someone. my dad always told me to just never take that shit. so i was following his orders. middle school wasn't bad either. i just sort of went through the flow of the day and have been since i was in 3rd grade. more or less. i'm not a straight A student, but i'm not completely failing either. although i usually found myself in detention a lot for talking back to teachers and the use of sarcasm to them wasn't really a good thing to do. but here i am, in high school and so far it's a pain in my ass. joyous days.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's franenkstien and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about tres anos. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up at PM for all my stuffs. i'm also in eastern just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, non at the moment!

before dakota could get her hand back to her side he grabbed it, and she glared at him, mentally yelling at him to let it go because right now her mind could not get her mouth to form the words. she didn’t even notice that he fucked up his hand because she was too busy glaring at his face, making sure that he knew that she was not very happy with him, because she was not. then he pulled her down next to him and she was caught off guard for a few seconds, wondering just what he thought he was doing. she didn’t want to be near him now that she was face to face with him, she just wanted to snuggle with her stuffed animals, mostly the ones that he got her, and just cry some more with a bowl of ice cream and some sad movie that she could cry to and blame her tears on the movie, and not because she was heart broken. then he let go of her hand and she wanted to cry more because he wasn’t holding it anymore. and she realized that she was probably acting like some bipolar bitch right now, but he didn’t get it! he didn’t understand that he had hurt her, and she did not know how to take it because he had never hurt her before. sure, they argued from time to time, but it never got as bad as this one and she wasn’t sure if they could fix it. she was not even sure if she wanted to fix it because she was afraid that he was going to hurt her like this again, and she couldn’t handle it twice, she just couldn’t. so she just stared at him and now that she was here she forgot everything that she was going to say because you better believe that she had a speech formed in her head already, but she couldn’t even recite one word as she tried to remember what she had said in her head on the way here.

then he stood up and slammed his foot into the bunk and she saw that he probably broke his toe. and she winced because she didn’t like seeing him hurt. “sonny stop it.”

[/color] she whispered, not even sure if he heard her. but she didn’t want to have to send him to the hospital because he couldn’t control his anger. that was one thing that she could always make sure to watch out for, was his anger. then he shouted at her and she jumped, actually scared that he might slap her back or something. but when he sat across from her and made no indications that he was going to jump up and strangle her right then and there she nodded. of course she wanted to know what was making him act like this, because this wasn’t the sonny that she knew and she did not like this sonny. “yeah, but i just want the old sonny back.”[/color] she brought her knees to her chest again as more tears made their way down her cheeks and onto the knees of her pants. she then wiped them away with the back of her already make up stained hand and watched him, scared that he might still jump up and attack her. “you’re scaring me.”[/color] she looked down as she said this, not sure if it would make him more upset or just make him cry, but either way he was scaring her and she didn’t want him to hurt her just because he got a little angry. then he said her name and she felt herself choke on another sob. she looked up at him though and wondered what he was going to say.

dakota waited for him to speak, but he was taking to long. so if it had been any other occasion she would have joked around, but she couldn’t right now. she was anything but happy and she just wanted to go somewhere else and never remember this day for the rest of her life. "I...I..." he started and she looked at him and mentally urged him to continue like he could read minds. but he could not, in fact, read minds and she could not find the words to make him continue. then he got on her knees so he could get on her eye level and she wondered if what he was about to say was serious. maybe he was going to finally say why he had been so pissed off at her when they were IM-ing? because she just wanted an explanation so she could try and forget this. then he started to apologize to her and it made her cry even more because he wasn’t going to make this easy on her. because she wasn’t sure if she could just forget that he called her a bubble headed, bitch drama queen. that was something that he’d never said to her before and it honestly hurt her feelings to know that he thought that about her. “sonny don’t. please don’t. i’m not sure i can. you said some really nasty things and you made me cry. and it might not sound like a big deal to you, but to me it’s huge.”[/color] she said, sniffling and trying to hold in the sobs that shook her small body. then he put his hands on her and she gasped, not liking what she saw. “you’re hands! what did you do?”[/color] she asked, her head snapping from his hands to his face, causing the curls around her face to bounce, but they did that naturally. then he asked please and she nearly lost it. she took his hand and hers and she made his hand half a heart then her hand half a heart then put them together. then after a few seconds she pushed his away. she wasn’t even sure if he understood it, but it was her version of him breaking her heart. “it’s broken.”[/color] she whispered as more tears threatened to fall. she really needed to get a hold of herself before she cried herself to death.[/quote]
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