Vesta Davenport Characters

Vesta Davenport was a woman of many words. Or at least, that is what she strongly believed of herself. Numerous ways to describe the woman,as she was everything except [i]gentle.[/i] The word itself sent shivers down her spinal coral. She couldn’t possibly recall a time that was [i]gentle… soft.[/i] A foul-mouthed individual since the day of her birth, her mother recollected that her first word had been “Wo-d.” The sound had an awful resemblance to the word rude, and the joke had been a running gag for the family for several years now. Disturbing calls from her relatives “attempting” to be funny using something she said [i]years[/i] ago seemed to cloud the inbox of her phone, but she completely ignored them. Vesta pulled away and decide to want
She just didn’t feel challenged enough. A heart she had, but a cold one many degrees beneath the deep freezer. Isolating herself from her family and so-called friends, she preferred to be alone. Trust didn’t seem to acquaint itself with her vernacular. Not her family or friends. The only person he seemed to trust was herself; and that itself was a deeply debatable topic. A beautiful disaster, that Vesta Davenport was. Skipping forward to the present,Vesta was on a mission. She was to get certain supplies that relieve the munchies-state Devon was currently in, and she couldn’t really say no to oreos. She brushed past familiar faces but paid no attention since she was to just get the load of junk food. Why would she go out in a storm? Vesta began questioning her own morals as she found herself drifting off into space looking at a boy vaguely familiar to her. When she was caught staring, she remembered [i]exactly[/i] who he was. [i]Vinal.[/i] She rolled her brown orbs at the pest that managed to irk her greatly and continued to go about her business. [i]Don’t let him get to you, Davenport. Stay focused on the items