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{ .brittany nicole morgan.

Name: brittany nicole morgan
Age: nineteen (19)
Gender: female
Sexual Orientation: straight
Social Standing: college student - sophomore

Physical Appearance:
Brit’s a gorgeous girl, no one can deny that. She may not be perfect, the tallest, or the slimmest, but she has a certain innocence to her that makes her attractive.

Her eyes. They're simple, a dark muddy brown, but there's just something about them that draw you in. Brit's never really been a heart-on-her-sleeves kind of girl, but one look in her eyes and you will know exactly how she's feeling. They're pretty much the window to her soul. Her dark eyes also have a bit of mystery to him, like you don't quite know what's going on behind them in her mind. They're deep, and will often leave you with more questions than answers. She has a gaze that can set your soul on fire, or send your heart racing. She also tends to wear very little make-up on her face, mostly because she doesn’t need it. Often times she’ll wear something that brings her eyes out more, so that it’s the first place anyone looks.

Her hair. Not much to say, really, but they do say that the hair makes the man… or in this case the woman. Her hair is debatable. Some people would probably tell you that her hair is blonde. Brit, on the other hand, will tell you that it is light brown. Now matter what you say, that’s her story, and she’s sticking to it. Her hair style, on the other hand, is completely unpredictable. Sometimes she wears it long, sometimes she wears it short. Either way it’s always layered. Since her hair is close to being pretty thick, she likes to keep it as thin as she possibly can. Most of the time you’ll see this girl with her hair down, but you’ll almost as often see it pulled back into a messy bun or pony tail. She’s not the kind of girl that spends hours in front of a mirror getting her hair to look just right. If what she wants to do doesn’t work, she simply throws it up and goes.

Her body. There’s only one word for Brit’s body type: athletic. Being as active as she is, it’s no wonder that most of her body is muscle. It’s a good thing, too, because it’s the only thing that helps her hold her own in anything really. Brit comes to a standing of about 5’3”, and an average 125 pounds. Her strength happens to be the only thing that keeps her from being taken advantage of. She also has the whole “California girl” thing going on. Her skin always has a glow to it that looks like she’s just come back from the beach. Of course, this might also have something to do with the fact that she’s lived on the Carolina shore her whole life. Still, without the sun her skin is fairly dark, being far from fair and pale.

Her style. Brit’s a very laid back girl, and that shows in the way that she dresses. Brit’s not above going for a walk in gray sweat pants and her brother’s t-shirt. She’s never been into name brands, either. As long as the clothes she wears fit to her liking, Brit’s happy. She loves faded jeans, and will only wear stuff that rest on her hips or lower. With her height, it’s not too hard to find jeans that fit. She also loves vintage t-shirts, and she’s probably Wal-mart’s best customer. Either way she looks for comfort in her clothes; shoes too. Shoes are probably the one thing that Brit loves. She loves everything from sneakers to flip flops to high heels, though most of the time she’d kill herself with the heels. Her closets stuffed full of shoes, but she usually has 3 or 4 pair that she wears all the time.

Piercings, tattoos, etc. Brit’s never been into piercings. She’s never had a desire to have a body full of medal, and she’s never really wanted her body covered in ink either. When she was 2 her mother pierced her ears, and those are the only piercings that she had for the longest time. Then, however, she went on a trip to California with her best friend, and came back with two surprises for her mother. One was a ring in her naval; the other was a small "23" tattoo on her back. Besides these, though, she has no others, and has no desire for more.

Personality:
There is one word on this earth that sums up Brit, and that’s complicated. It’s taken many people years to figure this girl out, and a lot of them gave up trying years ago. She’s not perfect, and I’d never go as far as to say so. She has her flaws, like others, and they are numerous. She has a good heart, though, and that’s all that really counts.

Sweet. Brit, above everything else, is sweet. She’s always kind to those around her, and lives off “treat others as you wish to be treated.” She’ll do anything for anyone, and she’s honest to the bone. Brit isn’t afraid to give you the truth straight out. She doesn’t always sugar coat the truth, but she at least tries to give it to you easily. She’s also completely trustworthy. Tell Brit something, and she’ll take it to her grave. Of course, she’s not perfect, and so she’s slipped up a few times. But she’d never tell someone’s secret on purpose, and she’d never do it to hurt someone either. Brit has a certain innocence to her. Though she may not be completely innocent, she gives off that impression when you meet her.

Open minded. Brit is possibly the most open minded person you will ever meet. She doesn’t judge people before she meets them, and she tries not to stereotype anyone. Brit often sees things, and people, differently than anyone else. She tends to view things as “half full.” She tries to find the good in almost every situation, and in every person. Some find it annoying; some love her as a friend because of it. Either way, that’s how she looks at things, and nothing anyone can say can tell her differently. She’s also a fairly down-to-earth kind of person; she does, however, have a ton of dreams and ideas about how things should be. Brit is what you’d call a “hopeless romantic.” She loves the idea of perfect love, but isn’t so naïve as to believe that it’ll happen to her. Even with her hopes and dreams, though, she has a very brilliant mind and is very much an honor student.

Emotional. Brit is extremely emotional. She isn’t great at controlling how she feels. If Brit’s upset it’s easy to tell, and she sucks when it comes to hiding it. When things get tough, Brit is almost always guaranteed to break down. She has dealt with a lot, though, and sometimes she does have the ability to remain strong for those around her. She also has a really bad temper. She doesn’t loose control easily, but when she does it’s a pretty scary sight, and definitely not something you’d picture coming from a tiny person. She’s very protective over her family, and she’ll do anything to defend those that she loves, even if they don’t know it. Brit is also one that routes for the underdog in any situation. She helps out when she can, but she’s also not the type that sticks her nose where it doesn’t belong.

Outgoing. Brit is definitely an outgoing girl. She’s hardly ever shy around her peers, and it goes without saying that she’s completely insane sometimes. She’s a crazy girl, and not afraid to let her hair down in the rain. She’s a very friendly person, and the first one that will walk up to a new student. She’s also extremely random. She tends to blurt things out that have absolutely no relation to the present topic, but those close to her are used to it. Brit’s also a little bit of a party girl. She’s not the type to go out every night and get plastered, but she does like to go out and hang with the girls. She also doesn’t care what people think of her. She knows that she’s different than expected, and she really doesn’t fit in with just one type of person. Her friends come from many cliques, and she’s honestly the most comfortable around guys. She doesn’t like dealing with drama, but most of the time she’s the one you turn to for advice. Still, guys create more drama, and she’s always willing to lend her feminine expertise when it’s needed.

Lover. Brit is the most loving girl you could probably ever come across. She’s an amazing lover, and she’s loyal to the very end. Her romantic ways probably help her in this. She’s honest, and that means that she won’t date someone unless she too has feelings for them. She’s not the kind of girl that needs a boyfriend to make her happy, and her number of relationships isn’t too high. She’d never get involved in a friends-with-benefits kind of relationship, and she’d never jump into bed with a guy she barely knew. Brit’s a pretty deep person, and in so being she has morals that most people seem to forget. She doesn’t give herself away to just anyone, and she’ll walk out of a relationship if she feels pressured. Most guys can’t handle her ways, but that suits her find. She can handle it, and knows that if they don’t like the way she runs things, that sooner or later a guy will come along that does.

Stubborn. This is the number one thing you’ll probably hear from anyone who knows Brit. She’s not the kind of person that thinks she’s right about everything, but once she has her mind set on something it’s hard to change. She doesn’t like to hear that she’s wrong, and if she’s sure that she isn’t, she won’t back down for anything. She’s not afraid to speak her mind on something, and she’ll debate until the cows come home if she’s right. She can be pretty persuasive, but get her into an argument with someone just as stubborn as she is and things get interesting. Still, Brit knows how to back down when she’s proven wrong. Mostly, though, it’s important to know that once Brit has something set in her mind, you’re better off to just let her go, and not try to change it.

Temperamental. Few people ever see it, but Brit can be a bit of a pregnant dog if she really wants to be. Her tolerance for people has decreased with her age, and she often loses her patience with people quite easily. If she’s in a terrible mood or just plain irritated, she won’t hesitate when it comes to lashing out at people. She has a smart mouth, and she tends to use it when the time arises. Brit doesn’t bother with people she knows that she can’t stand, and she can come off as a little stand offish sometimes. She has a good heart, though, and a great mind. Few people ever see it until she lets them in, but when she does she lets you see a girl whose completely amazing.

History:
Brit was born on May 11 in Fate, North Carolina. For the first year of her life, everything was normal, but then her mother and her father started arguing about anything and everything. Her father stole hundreds of dollars from her mother to support his alcohol problem, and after her mother took a severe beating to his truck, he left, and never looked back. Brit, her mom, and her older brother, Brian, lived with random family members after that. Going from uncles, to aunts, til they finally settled in with her grandparents. After that, life was normal. Her brother was her best friend, and life seemed completely great. Then, when Brit was 11, Brian died of cancer. He was 13 at the time.

A few years after that, she lost her aunt to the same disease. The Morgan household was once again turned upside down, but it didn't take them long to regain the foundation under their feet. Of course, like all things, this didn't last forever. When Brit turned 13, she was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia, the same type of cancer that had affected her brother and her aunt. It was a tough year, but by the next summer, she had gone into remission and everything looked promising.

The summer Brit turned 14 changed her life forever. She was a strong, outgoing girl ready to continue on with her full life. However, when the summer came and her best friend didn't show up in the small Carolina town, Brit grew worried. Shortly afterwards, she learned that a close friend of hers, Jared Trent, had been killed in a car accident. Without a moments hesitation, she informed everyone that she was flying across the country with the boy's uncle, and that no one was going to stop her from doing so; no one dared to say no.

Things in Seattle were worse than she thought. Brit wasted no time at all in comforting her second family, and when she finally saw her best friend, he was confined to a hospital bed. She never left his side the whole time, and she didn't let him fall into a state of sadness or depression. She supported him in every way that she could think of, and because of it, they grew closer together. Brit will always tell you that there was something more that she wanted, but it was something that just wasn't in the stars, and she accepted it for what it was.

Once Kade had recovered from the accident, and the family seemed to be doing fine, Brit left the state and headed back to her small Carolina town. She was sad to leave Kade, but from that day on there wasn't a day that went by that they didn't talk. For a while it worked, but soon their friendship was hard to keep up with all the distance between them, and they soon lost touch with the other. Brit hardly seemed to notice the lost of her friend. She was heading into her prime in high school, and things seemed to be going great... for a while at least.

And then things just got worse. The school year that followed took a major toll on the girl, and it didn’t help when her father returned to Fate in an attempt to get back into her life. Brit wanted nothing to do with him, neither did Dean, and they both slammed the door in his face. It didn’t stop him, though. For a drunk he was quite persistent, and he didn’t give up easily. One evening he cornered Brit outside her home, trying to reason with her. When she pushed him away he flew completely out of control and struck her. He didn’t get more than one hit in, though, because Dean came out of the house and stopped it all. He was gone the next day, and Brit couldn’t have been happier. But then, a few months later, Brit lost the only man that, at that point, she truly loved: her grandfather. With him went every reason she had to live. Then, 3 months later, she also lost her grandmother.

After everything that Brit's been through, it's no wonder that she's a mess. No, mess doesn't even describe it. She lost her grandparents, and then she pushed her father away. That might explain why she had another relapse. This time, though, it was much worse than before. Brit once again failed to tell everyone what was wrong with her, and she soon was fighting for her life again. Since radiation treatment didn't work for her this time, they took to treating her with chemo, which didn't react well with her body. She was sick most of the time, but somehow, in the end, she pulled through.

Out of all the sadness, though, there came a silver lining. After years of heartache and disappointment, Brittany Morgan finally met a man that wasn’t afraid to admit how he felt. She had known Jeff Mathews her whole life, and had always liked the boy. When she relapsed, he was by her side everyday, and after everything she had been through, she just needed someone there to love her. Jeff did just that. He was the boy that held her hand that last year of high school, and it wasn’t long before Brit was head over heels for the boy she had liked for so long. He brought her old self out again, and for a while she forgot that she had ever lost anyone in her life. She could honestly say that she loved the boy, and when he was asked to serve his country in the military, she was sad to see him go. Before he left, though, he gave her his class ring, saying that he would come back to Fate and marry her.

Brit was heartsick without Jeff there, but she wrote to him as often as she could and soon started her first year of college in Fate. Things were good for her, and it had to be the happiest time of her life. Of course, everything for Brit always seems to go south, and this moment of happiness was no exception. About eight months after her love left her, two officers showed up at her front door to tell her that the man she loved was dead, killed in an ambush at one of the military bases. There are no words to describe the hurt and loss that she felt, and it didn’t take her long to sink back into her old ways.

Now Brit's floating somewhere between grounded and broken. She's not exactly the same person that she's always been, and anytime someone takes her on a trip down memory lane, she loses it completely. If people thought she was emotionally unstable before, they definitely think she is now. Still, somehow she keeps moving. Staying in Fate was never an option for her. As soon as the funeral was over she took off to Seattle where her cousin, Anna, lives. She knew that it was time for a change, and now Brit just wants to start a new chapter of her life.

Family Details:

[/li][li] ginny cook – mother – doctor – fate
[/li][li] kevin morgan – father – alcoholic – somewhere
[/li][li] george morgan – uncle – businessman – fate
[/li][li] anne morgan – aunt – deceased
[/li][li] briar morgan – cousin – cook – fate
[/li][li] dean ryan morgan – half-brother – teacher – fate
[/li][li] raymond allan – grandfather – deceased
[/li][li] mary allan – grandmother – deceased
[/li][li] anna allan – cousin – seattle
[/li][li] levi – golden retriever – seattle

Other: { none.

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Brit had just had one of the most interesting conversations of her life. Things had started out great. Her and Bri were hanging out down on the boardwalk, where all the shops and restaurants are located. While drinking smoothies under one of the covered tables, Bri had dropped the biggest bomb that she probably could at this point in Brit's life. Kade Trent was back in town. This news had shocked the hell out of Brit, and she had sat in silence for several minutes, staring at Bri with her jaw hanging down. Brit had always hoped that he would come back, hoped that he'd somehow come back in her life. But when the summer had began, and she hadn't seen hide nor hair of him, she had given up on that hope. Several things had ran through her head, and she hadn't even heard anything else that Bri had said. She had rushed through it, trying to get it all out in the open, something Brit herself did most of the time. It wasn't until Brianna had asked her something that she realized Brit hadn't been listening. "I have to go." That was all Brit had offered her friend before getting up and walking down the boardwalk without even glancing back. She knew that Bri was probably thinking the worse at that point, and Brit knew she'd have to sort things out later, but at that moment she had to get away from everyone. It didn't take long for Brit to make her way to the Bed & Breakfast, which was her home in Newport. Briar was in the kitchen, as usual, her mother was in the small office with her uncle, going over the finances, and her grandparents were in the living room with some of the older guests at the B&B. Brit ignored them all, taking the steps three at a time, and didn't stop until she closed the door to her room behind her.

Going straight to her night stand, Brit dug in the bottom drawer until she found the small, cedar box that held pretty much every letter she had ever received. The top of the box was quite beautiful. It was painted with different shades of blue and black, portraying the night sky. In front of the sky was the edge of a cliff, a lone wolf standing there howling at the moon. Her mother had always had an odd fascination with Indians, Wolves, and Horses. They're whole living room was decorated with that kind of stuff. Brit's own room had kept the same theme for a long time, but when she had shifted into her teenage years, she had decided on a change. Now her walls were solid white, but had been sponged for a shot at texture. She had several different posters hanging on the walls, everything from celebrities to horses. There were even quite a few pictures there, ones from when she was younger all the way up to the end of the school year. But Brit didn't take the time to admire the top of the box. She had seen it so many times she knew what was there without looking at it. Instead, she threw the lid open. Inside were envelopes, folded sheets of paper, and a few lone scraps. They were letters, notes, phone numbers, and addresses that were important to her. What she was looking for, though, was on top. It was a single strip of paper with five words written in a messy script. "Sometimes goodbye's the only way." Brit didn't even have to look at the script to know the words that were written, she had memorized them the minute she had gotten it. There was no signature, no way of knowing who had sent it, but she knew without hesitation. The handwriting could only belong to one man, and that man was Kade Trent.

Brittany could remember when she had first found the small slip of paper. It had near the end of August just a year ago. She was supposed to spend the day with Kade, and he had told her to meet him at Bill's beach house, which was just a few minutes walk from where the B&B sat. She had headed out and arrived at Bill's at noon, knowing that coming before then would drive Kade insane because he was far from a morning person, the same as her. When she had knocked on the door, she was surprised that no one came to the door. She would have expected Bill's wide grin and a cheery good morning, or Kade's heart racing smile and the usually small, sweet kiss. But no one answered. Brit quickly found the spare key that Bill hid under the mat and let herself in. She knew where the key was for the simple fact that it was pretty much her second home. She was surprised that the door had even been locked. Bill hardly ever locked the door, especially when he was home. It didn't take her long, though, to figure out that no one was home. Slightly confused, Brit had headed up to Kade's room, seeing very quickly that it was unoccupied. A quick look at the closet and drawers would have told her that he was gone, but it was his desk that had caught her attention, because the small desk lamp was on when everything else was off. She had quickly walked over to the desk and saw that note. She was confused by it, but then she lifted it up and saw a CD, definitely one that was mixed on a computer, underneath of it. Lifting it up she could see something written on the clear plastic where you stuck in the song titles. In black sharpie were the words "Listen to REAL music" and it was in the same messy script as the note.

There was no denying that this was all Kade's work. Kade had to be the only person on this earth that made fun of Brit's music. She liked pretty much everything, but he never failed to tease her for liking people like the Backstreet Boys, Rihanna, Keith Urban, and Jesse McCartney especially. He had always said that one day he would make her a CD with "real music" on it. Looks like he had followed through with it. Brit remembered staring down at the CD for the longest time, reading and rereading the words scrolled on it, as well as the note in her hand. She soon opened the case, reading the name of the songs that Kade had stuck on the disk. There were several different groups on it, ranging from Nirvana and Metallica to Hinder and Linkin' Park. At the time she hadn't really been into a lot of that stuff, but by the beginning of the school year she had known every song by heart, because she had listened to it so many times. She had spent probably 10 minutes in the room when she heard Bill toss his keys on the kitchen table downstairs. Grabbing the note and CD, shoving them in her jacket pocket, she ran out of Kade's room and down the stairs where she saw Bill flipping through the mail. He had looked up at her slightly confused, and then there was what had to be a sad gleam cross his eyes. It was then that he had told Brit that he had just dropped Kade off at the airport, and that he was already gone. Bill said he had no idea where Kade was going, and that he didn't know if he was coming back. Brit had somehow managed to hold back the tears, but once she was clear of the house she had lost all the composure she had worked up. Briar had stayed in her room with her that night, trying to keep Brit from going through an all out emotional break-down.

It had taken Brit months to get over that. For the longest time she had been so upset. Not only did Brit not know if Kade'd ever come back, but she had no idea at all where he was. A part of her thought that he might have went back to Seattle, but she had soon thought it extremely unlikely. It wasn't until around January, the new year actually, that Brit's sadness at it all had turned to anger. That same night Bri, Owen, Kelsey, and Matt had convinced her to go out to a party that they were having for the youth of Newport. That night she had leaned on Owen, and even Matt, more than she ever thought she would. They had all been there for her, and done everything they could to make her feel better. About a month later was when her relationship with Owen had started up. She had to admit that things between her and Owen were good, but there was something off about the whole thing. It wasn't that they didn't feel like a couple, because they did. There was just something different about it.. something that Brit couldn't quite put her finger on. Brit had been hesitant about the whole thing at first, but after a while she had just stopped caring, and she let him have her as a girlfriend. Owen seemed happy, but Brit wasn't completely sure how she felt about it. Even after being with the guy for 7 months, she still didn't know. There was one thing she knew, though, and that was that her two and a half month relationship with Kade felt more feel than her seven month relationship with Owen. She had only admitted this to three people: Brianna, Matt, and Briar.

Pulling herself out of her memories, Brit took the note, closed the box, and sat it back in the bottom drawer of her night stand. She walked over to her computer, spinning her CD holder until she found the one she was looking for. She picked up the two items, then headed back down the stairs, once again not looking at the people that were also in the house. She was out the front door and heading down the street in no time at all. Brit wasn't completely sure if Kade would be at Bill's again this summer, but she hoped that he was. She kept running through the memories, and she could feel her anger starting to rise. She had cried over that boy for so long, put almost everything on hold for him. She wouldn't do it again. Still, she couldn't stop herself from walking the short distance to the Trent beach house. She knew that no matter how upset, or how angry she was, she'd have to see him. There was no question about it. There were so many questions that she had for him, and so much that she wanted to say to him. Having him within' arms reach was too much of a temptation, and Brit knew that she couldn't deny herself the chance. She had to see him again, had to hear him again. Her memories of him were so clear. She could still remember the way his shirt smelled that night that they had gotten together, the way that he looked at her when he was smiling or laughing, the way his eyes seemed to shine just before he leaned down to kiss her. They were painful to think about, and they didn't help her temper any, but she couldn't not think them. They were too much a part of her.

As she climbed the stairs to the porch, Brit caught site of him way before he ever saw her. His back was facing her, and it looked like he might be listening to music, but she couldn't be certain. She only hesitated a second, and then she shortened the distance between them, taking the note and CD in her hand and laying them on the table in front of him, letting her palm hit so that it sounded like she had slammed them down. She wouldn't slam the CD down. It was one that she still listened too, and despite everything, it was too important to hurt. She moved her body so that she could look at him, crossing her hands over her chest and looking down into his face, her dark eyes immediately taking in the features of his face when he looked up. Her face was locked into a scowl, her eyes narrowed, but she couldn't deny the fact that her heart skipped a little when she saw that, even after the year, he hadn't changed hardly at all. "You mind explaining this to me?" she asked coldly, the anger she felt clear in the way she spoke and stood. It was something she had thought about constantly, and every time she even considered him coming back, this was the one question that always seemed to come up. Brit saw no point in small talk or beating around the bush. She had waited for this for far too long, and she wasn't going to waste her time. Her temper was another factor. It wouldn't let her dance around the subject, but more it made her get straight to the point. She had no other options, and she honestly didn't want any.