Post by SAMUEL ZAC JACOBSON on Aug 25, 2009 13:13:42 GMT -5
SAMUEL ZACHARY JACOBSON
* life is too short so take the time and appreciate .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS chiii , AND I AM fourteen bby ! .
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT four years
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERSWOULD BE taylor + paige. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS blahblahblah, i invented the code word hunny (:
- - - - nicknames, sam
- - - - gender, male
- - - - sexuality, heterosexual
- - - - occupation, student
- - - - membergroup, college
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- - - - eyes, brown
- - - - hair, brown
- - - - built, fit
- - - - weight, 60kg
- - - - height, six ft one
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- - - - loathes, erm. crabfish? haha. cancer.
- - - - strenghts, obvious
- - - - weaknesses, obvious
- - - - dreams, become a pro surfer, i guess? haha. graduate from college, and start a proper family. oh, and not let cancer overcome me.
- - - - fears, obvious
- - - - overall personality, honestly? way too lazy xD
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- - - - family,
ian marc jacobson -- adoptive father, forty-eight, company director
marie ella jacobson -- adoptive mother, forty-seven, english teacher
michael aiden jacobson -- adoptive brother, seventeen, high school student
ashley therese jacobson -- adoptive sister, deceased
- - - - pets, my brother michael ;]
- - - - overall history,
my biological parents died when i was four years old. yes, i choose to start of my story with that grim line. but it's the truth, isn't it? they were killed in a fire, which is insanely ironic seeing as my dad was a fire fighter. up until then i'd lived in glasgow, scotland. but then a happy couple came along and adopted me, and moved me out to their hometown in cardiff, wales. i don't remember any of that though. my earliest memory is when i was four years old.
my 'parents' adopted twins. i came home from pre-school one day and i was told i was going to have a little sister, and a little brother. this confused me .. i wanted to be an only child. but a few weeks later, whilst i sat up in the nursery with my nanny, my parents came home, holding two toddlers in their arms; michael and ashley jacobson. my initial thought was 'mummy, they're really ugly, please take them back'. but of course, that wasn't possible. at first i loathed the twins, because they took my spot as the my parents' favourite child. but almost a year later, when i was five and the twins were three, michael was roaming around in the garden by himself, when one of the neighbours jumped the fence. he was a tough kid, and started running towards michael. alarmed, i sprang to action and pushed the boy out of the way, protecting my younger brother. then i put on a tough outward appearance, and told the bully to scram. from that day forwards, it became my duty as an older brother, to protect ashley and michael from everything.
michael and ashley always seemed to be the targets of bullying at school, and i constantly had to step in to protect them from harm. and as time passed, i became one of the tough kids at school, so much so that no one would even dream of ever messing with me or my siblings. it also made me pretty popular ... some people respected me for being so protective over the twins, and therefore, by the age of fifteen, i'd already had quite a large number of friends.
but when i was about seventeen, things seemed to start going wrong, all at once. i was dating who i thought was the girl of my dreams. we'd already been dating for almost two years. but one day she just got up and left ... no explanations. just one simple phone call; three simple words: "samuel, it's over". that tore me in two. for a while i guess i was acting like a hormonal teen girl, with all my mood swings. but i couldn't really help it, could i? i was absolutely heartbroken. in fact, one day i snapped at ashley whilst she was trying to be nice to me. i started shouting at her, telling her to leave me alone. ashley got pissed off, and told me she was going to go out to surf, until i cleared my head and apologised.
it's only now that i've realised that i shouldn't have let her go. i had only just taught her how to surf, and the weather was terrible that day. but i was too angry to care about what anyone was doing. later that night we got a call from the emergency room, telling us ashley had been found unconscious, covered in plot on the rocky shores, on the other side of cardiff. by the time we got to the hospital room, ashley had been pronounced dead. i don't think i ever cried so much. honestly. i just sat in the hospital room, by her bed, and i just sobbed hard into her lifeless body. to this day i still blame myself fully for ashley's death ... if i hadn't been so damn selfish ... if only i'd been a little nicer, she'd still be alive.
as though my younger sister's death wasn't enough. a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday i started feeling awkward pains all over my body. at first i ignored them. but one day i was out surfing with michael, when i completely passed out. apparently, michael paddled me back to shore, and called our parents, as well as an ambulance. when i woke up the next day, i was told i had leukemia. wait, say what ? i honestly could believe it. i had blood cancer? what the hell? i refused to believe it, until reality hit me. i had cancer.
in the early stages, when i was still fit enough to continue living a normal life, i kept the cancer a complete secret from everybody (other than my family of course). i didn't want to lose my rep as the toughest kid in our sixth form. but when i started chemo therapy, that all fell. i became weaker, and my hair fell out. most people guessed that i was seriously ill, whereas the stupider people just couldn't figure out why my hair had magically decided to fall out. i was hospitalized, and wasn't allowed to leave the hospital for months. in fact, i had to sit for my a'levels in the hospital, and to this day i still have no idea how i passed them.
the doctors had already decided i was going to die. they tried to prepare all of us for our death ... and honestly, i just lay on my hospital, wondering when i would die. but deep deep down, i refused to do so. i refused to let leukemia win the battle. and one day, i woke up feeling brilliant. like, better than i'd ever felt. and after a few weeks, the doctors checked me again, and found that my cancer was completely gone. they had no idea how it happened, so we all decided it had been a miracle. they said there was the possibility that it could one day come back. but i don't let that thought overrule me. in fact, i never even think about it.
the best surprise my parents could have given me was telling me i'd be going to the united states for college. and what more? los angeles. i was short of ecstatic..especially since los angeles is on the coast, so i could focus more on my surfing. because of my cancer i'd already missed my first year of university, so instead of going on to second year like everyone else in my year, i'd have to stay back to do my freshman year. but i didn't care. and as i sat on the plane, ready for the nine-hour flight ahead of me, i told myself this was going to be a new start for me. no more mr.tough guy, secretly hiding his leukemia. i was just going to be samuel, for the first time in my life.
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