Shut up. [Just for the scorn. Her life was supposed to be 100% different than it was. She'd been a girl scout, gone to cotillion, coming out balls, all of that stupid stupid southern stuff that made Priscilla's heart race at the thought of her daughter being a member of Society.
Rogue hadn't been one for it, so while she attended as much as she was forced to, she'd dropped out of girl scouts, but the rest was all something she'd done. the ball never happened, before she left. Her mother wanted one life for her, and the level of control that that took away from her was awful. So she'd rebelled, and she'd payed the price.
Maybe if her parents hadn't made her quit soccer it would have been different, but no, Anna Marie was not going to be playing soccer, thank you very much.]
Shit.
[She shook her head, imagining it. Oh, she could see it. Hitchhiking all the way up through Canada had meant she had spent a lot of freezing nights by herself, sleeping in public restrooms to keep herself safe, huddled up on benches, stealing loafs of Wonderbread to survive.
She and John had a whole lot more in common than she was comfortable with. Maybe that's why they'd hated each other so much. They saw themselves in each other and couldn't face it.]
At least you were warm. [And now she was, too, sweater on and her jeans pulled up.]
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Date: 2015-10-01 05:29 pm (UTC)Rogue hadn't been one for it, so while she attended as much as she was forced to, she'd dropped out of girl scouts, but the rest was all something she'd done. the ball never happened, before she left. Her mother wanted one life for her, and the level of control that that took away from her was awful. So she'd rebelled, and she'd payed the price.
Maybe if her parents hadn't made her quit soccer it would have been different, but no, Anna Marie was not going to be playing soccer, thank you very much.]
Shit.
[She shook her head, imagining it. Oh, she could see it. Hitchhiking all the way up through Canada had meant she had spent a lot of freezing nights by herself, sleeping in public restrooms to keep herself safe, huddled up on benches, stealing loafs of Wonderbread to survive.
She and John had a whole lot more in common than she was comfortable with. Maybe that's why they'd hated each other so much. They saw themselves in each other and couldn't face it.]
At least you were warm. [And now she was, too, sweater on and her jeans pulled up.]