User blog:WishKat/Willow's Story ^-^

It was July. Seven years ago in San Fransisco. Somehow I remember that I was wearing a yellow dress. I had short hair, because it was so hot. We lived in a big house, two or three stories. Robin was sixteen and had a job as a police officer. Every day after work we would target shoot or play Cops and Robbers. That's what sparked my passion, and look where I am now. Youngest police officer in Gravity Falls.

One night he came home yelling, throwing things and breaking things. I was terrified. I ran to my room and hid. This wasn't my brother. Then he came in real quiet and held me in his arms, and together we had a real good cry. I didn't know at the time what it meant when he told me that our parents were getting divorced. I just knew that my dad left us, me, Robin, and my mom, and ran off to Las Vegas to become rich and famous or something like that. Well my mom had no job and we had to sell the house. For a while we lived in a cramped apartment room. I hated everything about it. I wouldn't talk to my mom. Wouldn't even look at her.

Then three years later, when I was ten, she had to go and get remarried to the biggest jerk on planet Earth. Robin was nineteen. He met some girl and ran off with her to get married, leaving me with my mother and my stepdad, who was dertermined to make my life miserable.

A year later, my mom got a letter saying that my real dad was dead. Killed in an earthquake. I cried, yes. But in the end I was just mad. So I decided to be bold, stole my idiot stepdad's wallet (this guy was rich), and ran away to Orefon, where Robin was headed with his wife, Clarissa or something. Well I found them. And their baby boy, Jacob. Adorable. Really. Except they could afford to take care of TWO whiny kids. And of course I had no other living relatives except for some great aunt who was ninety-seven years old and lived in a retirement home in France.

So where does that put me? No, not Fairyland. Quite the opposite, actually. The Gravity Falls Orphanage, alius NOT Fairyland. Not even close. And now I had to deal with the Dragon Lady. And all the other little brats who thought it was hilarious to glue my butt to a chair. WHICH IT WASN'T.

Two years later (I was thirteen), I found a place as a thirteen-year-old police officer. (I'm pretty sure that's a record.) The good part was that I got to see Robin every now and then, and it was just like old times. Sorta. The bad part was Finn, who couldn't catch a bad guy if he walked right up to him and put on handcuffs. Which wasn't fair to ME. And believe me, I've TRIED to get rid of him, but that guy's like super glue. God.

What do I look for in a guy? Woah. Awkward question. Well I sure don't care what he looks like, as long as he has a mind of his own and a brain that works (Sorry Finn). I like the adventurous type. Easy going. Spontanious. Daring, sure. I guess the word is EXCITING. And, uh, he has to like seafood. Yeah. Sure. Anyway.

Then there's that whole daughter-of-Poseidon issue. Yeah, I'm a demigod. Tell your friends. You may not believe me, but I hate it. HATE it. But Willow, wouldn't it rock to have awesome super powers? Yeah, no. Not when you have to keep them a secret and hide your true self from the rest of the world. Yeah, thought so. I wish I wasn't utterly, hopelessly, completely alone in the world. I mean yeah, Robin's a demigod too, but it's not like he talks to me or anything anymore. I know what you're thinking. How is that possible? Wasn't your dad killed in an earthquake? I thought gods were immortal? Yup. You heard me right. And they are. That's my "Dad". Quote on quote "Dad". My Earth dad. Confused? Excellent. Moving on. I'm finding it increasingly harder to control my power. My gift/curse. Once, I got too close to the lake and ended up soaking a whole class of innocent kindergartners. And I didn't even get it on video.

Ah, the lake. The one place I can be myself. I can see underwater. It's freaking. And the fish, they TALK to me. No, I'm not crazy. They really do. And then there's the whole I-can-breathe-underwater-ha-ha thing. No, I don't have gills. That would be weird. Well. Weird-er. And I can CONTROL the water. It really sucks that like, seventy-five percent of the human body is water, because I always feel like a bomb ready to go off. So now I'm fourteen, and still talking to fish. No, don't run away. I like you.

I haven't gotten a real haircut in almost a year, and I think my hair's too long. Like I care. It's cold in Oregon anyway. And I decided to go out and get a fancy little nose peircing too. Not my best moment. You'll usually see me in black for work (No I'm not a freaking vampire, I'm a police officer), but believe it or not, I'm all about colors. I love colors. Any colors, all colors. Blue, green, red, purple, orange-- You name it. I'm, aheh, sort of an artist myself. I can make pictures in the water, too, among other things, and that's neat. And I guess I like music too. Good way to pass the time. And I can play the guitar a little. Robin taught me. My house was full of music once upon a time. Say, seven years ago.

And I may not seem like the nicest person at first, but once you get to know me, I'm all right. I'm not REALLY afraid of anything, except for losing the things and people I care about. And I guess you could call me reckless. Just a little. I'll admit, I'm hard to be restrained. Yeah. I like that. Hard to be restrained. You can't bend a willow tree.