Part 1
My name is November Phoenix. I'm nineteen years old. I have long strawberry blond hair, that touch the edge of my bum and grey eyes, I'm slim, but oddly shaped. By that I mean I have curvy hips, a slim waist and boobs that, luckily, are in line with my hips.
I live in quite a rural town and I'm a preacher's daughter. Now, I know what you think, I'm all prim and proper, but I'm really not. And my dad, my dad's also not. My mom tries to be, but she's as down to earth as it gets.
I have tattoos that my parents don't know about, but I'm also pretty sure they do know... they just didn't care.
They even have a few themselves and I know they're not afraid to show it. My family may be all religious and stuff, but they're human.
And I love my parents to death because of it. That's probably the only reason I'm still living at home and I'm not in college or something, I mean I'll go eventually, but I need a year to myself.
One thing I didn't like about my parents though, was that they put me in a prissy high school, a town over. They had to drive me to school everyday for an hour. Just because they wanted the best for me.
I love that they wanted the best for me, but that school sucked big time. They had all these plastic people there, with their fancy cars, their big houses and their fancy clothes. And all these rules and pressed uniforms.
But I guess it was a lot better than this sucky town I live in. If I went to school in my town, there wouldn't have been any pressed uniforms or rules or anything like that. No, there I would've seen bloodshed, gangs fights, tattoos on more than one person and most definitely more gangs and gangs and gangs.
In Ripple Creek Bay, every second block someone would either get mugged or killed or beaten bloody.
You had to learn how to survive through fighting for your survival.
The whole town was infested with gangs and those always fought over houses that weren't either of theirs', or girls, or money, who rules the town, who owned bigger guns etcetera. Typical gang stuff. We were probably the only family who didn't belong to a gang.
The strange thing was, everyone came to church on Sundays no matter who they were, gang members or not, they came to church, rivals or not, they came to church. On Sundays there were no such thing as fighting between the gangs or amongst each other. My dad was respected between them all. Who knows why...probably because he was the only preacher willing to preach in a town like this.
What I'm trying to say is, this is my story, this is how I became, November Torch. This is how I fell in love with this guy... Yeah there's always a guy... And it wasn't pretty. It never is, is it?
But it's also about a town called Ripple Creek Bay and all the shit that goes on here.
