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[b]Name:[/b] [i]Reyna Carlson  [/i]

[b]Age:[/b] [i]16[/i]

[b]Height:[/b] [i]5ft 1[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b] [i]Sweet. Kind. Naive. Generous. Anxious.[/i] 

[b]Hobbies:[/b] [i]Church. Hair and Makeup. Singing. Reading.[/i]

[b]Likes:[/b] [i]Talking. Sunshine. Dancing. Walking outside. School.[/i]  

[b]Dislikes:[/b] [i]Traveling. Rain. Being touched without permission. Home.[/i] 

[b]Sexual Preference:[/b]  [i]Straight[/i]

[b]History:[/b] The town's pastor was highly praised when he had a daughter born on a bright spring day on the 3rd of April, 1999. Definitely a gift from God as the Easter season approached. This daughter was to be named Reyna Carlson. The pastor (Robert Carlson) had met his wife (Priscilla Diaz) during a church mission trip. He brought her back from the Dominican Republic to marry her as soon as possible. The two had fell in love. Not even a year later, their one and only daughter was born. A sweet, kind, generous child Reyna grew up very naive to the world around her and often found herself in situations where her morals were pushed. 

Being the pastor's daughter was a job in itself. You always have to be at church every Sunday, and any other day that it was called for. You have to have a good reputation in the eyes of all the town members. You have to have a well behaved online profile. You have to be well groomed and manicured. You have to have good grades. You have to not have sex until marriage.

It was the last one Reyna had messed up on.

Quentin was a sweet, kind, generous child as Reyna was. He went to church every Sunday with his parents and got good grades. He was a star football player at the high school and quite the good looking boy. Quentin and Reyna had gotten quite the crush on one another as they grew up together. Both of their parents found it just fine that the two were together. Often, they joked about how one day the two would get married and take on the family's church and continue to grace the town with a good faith. 

Sex was something Reyna was clueless about, As Quentin fiddled with the button of her blouse in the basement of the church, she gasped in horror. [i]"No!"[/i] she pushed away his hands rapidly, wrapping her arms around herself. This charade lasted a few months before the pressure finally kicked in. The two had unprotected sex, and before Reyna knew it she was pregnant.

With tears she came to her parents, between sobs she gasped, [i]"I don't know what to do."[/i] Her parents were outraged. Disgusted. Humiliated. They did what they only knew how to do- pray. They prayed as they purchased a ticket for their daughter. They prayed as they told the congregation she was just off on a mission trip. 

They prayed as their daughter boarded the plane back to her mother's homeland to receive an abortion.

Returning from her plane her parents greeted her as a new woman, she had been saved from this spawn inside of her. The whole congregation cheered and applaud at her return, curious of what her experience was. Through clenched teeth she explained how closer to God she felt, and how she was just happy she was now home. Reyna was a changed woman, not quite the sweet sixteen most girls in town were, but something different.


[i]Sample:[/i]

He pressed her against the side of tree out the school hard, as his hands slammed up against the bark on either side of her curly haired head. [b]"Quentin said you were an easy fuck if I'd like to get something sometime."[/b] the boy huffed into her soft freckled face. Her eyes stared back in horror and shook her head. [i]"Y-y-you have the wrong girl."[/i] she stammered, trying to escape from the boy's entrapment. [b]"You trying to say he's a liar?"[/b] the boy barked, his lips parting as he moved closer to the girl, with a hushed tone he harshly whispered, [b]"I've seen the pictures."[/b]

Reyna pushed the boy with all her might, escaping him and heading into the school. His cackle could be heard as tears rushed down her cheeks, she went into the bathroom stall and wept. [b] "You okay in there?" [/b] a voice could be heard from the other stall. [i]"I'm alright."[/i] Reyna called weakly, sniffing, and wiping her eyes with her slender finger tips. Soon the door behind her open and the voice was matched with a face. Jennifer. A young girl from one of her classes. Jennifer dipped down next to her and gave Reyna a big hug. [b]"I bet it must be tough being the pastor's daughter. Did you fail a test or something?"[/b] the girl asked quite sympathetic.

[i]"Yeah, something like that."[/i]