<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/naturegirl-2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Xena Jordans<br/>17 1/2<br/><br/>Xena Jordans was a young female of seventeen. She had not yet reached her eighteenth birthday. It was just a couple of days away. She couldn t wait. And then her father had summoned her. She was a wild child. A bad girl. Yet she was gentle hearted. She had a soft spot for children. And more over she loved to play the keyboard. She couldn t sing yet she could write up the most beautiful songs. It and dancing. They were her secret passions. Her secret skills that her dad did not and would not ever approve of.<br/><br/>When she snapped out of her thoughts as she entered her fathers HUGE office. The American government had gone through so many bad  presidents they decided to try something new. So it was a nationwide vote for a President For Life instead of a four year term. Now five days before her birthday she was the most valuable teen in the United States Of America. And it totally sucked!!! She now couldn t go anywhere without a damn posse! And it wasn't the cool type of posse either!<br/><br/>She sighs. And stares at the secret service men that followed her like a gang of hired stalkers. She growls and having a long, less than friendly,  discussion  with her father finally won. She was outta here! No posse just her personal bodyguard. That couldn t be too bad right? Wrong! Guy had less personality than a stiff. In fact she would have better luck holding a conversation with a stiff. And showed no emotions. She could have gotten more emotions out of a brick wall. "Damn!"<br/><br/>She sighs. Waking the next morning.  "Ah Sicily. I ve always wanted to come here."  she says. Showering in a steaming hot water shower. Drying off her long hair. Dressing and heading out of her room. Everything but showering and dressing had her bodyguard nearby. Then out into the main city of Sicily! "Oh yeah!  Can you say something?"  she asks an hour later.  "Hello? Are you even alive in there?"  she sighs. Stuffing her hands in her jackets pockets.<br/><br/>"Gah! I wish I hadn t come out this way. Now I am even FURTHER from my friends than before.  he sighs.  Why did my old man want to become President anyways? All it did was uproot me from my friends. At least the friends I knew weren t wanting me to be their friends due to who I was."  She mutters a bit loudly. Bodyguard walking silently. The DEAD would be more non robotic and have more emotions plus make more noise.<br/><br/>Just as she walked she hears something. *BANG* And looks around. Thinking she was shot. She turns to talk to her bodyguard when she sees the man holding his hand to his chest. She pulled it away and blood. Fuck! Someone just shot and killed her bodyguards. She hears feet on the pavement. Feet running towards her. Yet she stood there numb. Staring in horror and disbelief at the pool of blood forming from her now dead bodyguard.