Time Keeps Passing By But It Seems I'm Frozen Still (Avenged Sevenfold)

I'm Elizabeth.

My name is Elizabeth.

I'm 17years old.

My favorite color is purple.

My favorite band is Avenged Sevenfold.

Im tall, I have naturally wavy black hair, and I have brown eyes.

If I was normal, none of this would matter. If I was normal, no one would care how old I was, or what I looked like, or what my favorite things were.

But I'm not normal.

I'm an O'Connor. I'm the oldest daughter of Sheamus O'Connor. Don't recognize the name? I'm not surprised. My father is one of the most decorated generals in the Irish military. He's created numerous weapons and body armor over the years. The American army has been trying to get my father on their side since I can remember. My father has designed weapons for the American military since he retired, but he always gives the better weapon designs to Ireland, since that's home to us. Well, it was. Until my father decided that we ought to move to America. I have no idea why he decided to randomly move us from Dublin, Ireland to Huntington Beach, California, and I know better than to ask. If my father wants me or my siblings to know anything, then he won't hesitate to tell us. And since he hasn't called the four of us to his study, I assume we are not supposed to know. Oh well. I'm not about to complain. I do have friends here, but most of them are only friends with my because of the power of my last name. My last name is what makes my interests worth asking about. Not a day goes by that someone doesnt try to become my new best friend. So the fact the we're leaving isn't a bad thing in my eyes. My older brother, Ryan, sees my point. The two of us are the oldest, obviously, so my father expects a lot from us. He expects one, or both of us to follow in his foot steps and enlist in the military, then go on to become nearly, if not more decorated than him. But, Ryan and I want nothing to do with the military. All we want to do is make music. We would love to be in a band, or to even be the ones producing or writing the music. But our father won't let us touch an instrument aside from the classical ones we learned to play as we grew up.

As for my younger siblings, I have a younger brother, Gabriel, and a younger sister, Jenny. They are the perfect definition of spoiled brats. Honestly, my father gives them whatever they want, whenever they want it, but Ryan and I have to earn the right to get what we want, or else we'll get used to having things done for us. I'm not going to waste time complaining, I'm more than used to it. Anyways, I have to finish packing, we fly out to California tomorrow afternoon. Oh, and did I mention, the fact that I'm going to be living in the same city as my favorite band has not escaped my notice. I can't believe it!! Maybe I'll get to meet them, maybe not. We'll see...