Post by mackenzie on Dec 17, 2010 22:47:14 GMT -5
mackenzie louisa kendrick.
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[/CENTER]FIFTEEN. SOPHOMORE.AMERICA, MISSISSIPPI. BRITTANY ROBERTSON. ADMIN EDIT.
"Don't keep me waiting too long,
We're going to make it tonight,
You'll never bring me down,
And I'm feeling ok,
You'll never bring me down."
Open Hand | Tough Girl.
Mackenzie Louisa Kendrick, called Mac by everyone, was just seven when her mom walked out on the family. She was young enough to understand that Mama wasn’t coming back this time, but not quite old enough to stop hoping for just that. She loved her Papa and her older brother, Maxwell, but she sure missed her Mama. And she waited, day in and day out. She woke up and the first thing she did was rush into Papa’s room, hoping that Mama would be sleeping right beside him, where she belonged. But she never was. And somewhere along the line, Mac stopped looking. Her father and her brother and her made a family of their own.
Mackenzie’s father, Jason Kendrick, did the best he could for their little family. He was the most respected mechanic in most of Clay County and he got a lot of business. That was good on the financial side but the fact was that his shop was family run. He and Max were the only full-time workers but Jason could bring himself to leave his little girl home alone. Mac was more than independent at eleven but she was a social being and hated being left to her own devices. It worked out that Mac was always at the mechanics shop with her brother and father. She was working on cars at the age of ten.
She found herself instantly fascinated with the inner-workings of cars and trucks and motorcycles: everything. She excelled in math and science classes because of their similarities. Through other classes, though, she mostly daydreamed, sketched engines and counted the minutes until the bell rang. She made the time though and managed to more or less pass everything. English and the other humanities earned her average marks but she was taking upper high school level courses in science and math by junior high.
Throughout high school, Mac mostly just focused on her work and kept her head down. She was friendly enough but was just closer to her family. Her father and brother were her best friends. She dated around a little but nothing long-term or serious at all. It’s a little hard to have a boyfriend when you’ve got a twenty-two year old brother picking you up from school on his tricked out motorcycle. Plus Mac was usually more one-of-the-guys than she was one of the guys’ girlfriends. She’s absolutely graceless when it comes to the art of flirting and coy and doesn’t know how to play games at all. When she likes a guy, she considers it a fluke, that he’ll never like her. Because of this, she hardly ever makes the first move.
Regardless, the blessing came toward the middle of her freshman year when she got an invitation to the prestigious Kostine Academy in Ireland. Mac was nervous but her father and brother brought reason out to her. She was from a nowhere town in Mississippi, the daughter of a barely-working-class mechanic with no mother. Going to the local high school would only possibly bring her to the community college and where would she go from there? Just working at her father's mechanics shop? Well, that would have been well and good and Mac insisted as much, but Jason and Max knew her to well. They had seen the maps on her wall and the travel brochures, the foreign language dictionaries. They knew her dream: the travel the world with just a small duffel and a motorcycle. And she needed a foundation, she needed money, she needed a better high school education than that of Clay County High. So before she knew it, Mac was off to Ireland to start anew at Kostine.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
KITTY. EIGHTEEN. EASTERN. APPROX. FOUR YEARS. PM/GMAIL.
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