"Yeah. Didn't have the luck to get along with my older siblings, though." she runs a hand through her hair. "My dad was a doctor and my mom... I don't know, I think she'd been to law school or something at some point but she mainly just did things at the country club. My siblings were all in 'useful' careers, and fawned over and shown off, and then there was me." she actually smiles wryly at this. "I wanted to be an artist. Ever since I was little. Sometimes it was acting, sometimes it was painting or writing or singing or anything artistic, but I didn't want to do what the rest of my family had done."
She pauses to sip her hot chocolate. "They tried so hard to turn me into my sister, but I wouldn't let them. I was miserable for my entire childhood because of it, but at least I was me." Another short pause - the next bit is still almost as painful as the day it happened - moreso, because she really did prove it correct, partially. "The last time my dad tried to change my mind about being an artist, and I told him to fuck off, he told me I was going to end up a starving, homeless, drug-addicted whore. Verbatim."
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She pauses to sip her hot chocolate. "They tried so hard to turn me into my sister, but I wouldn't let them. I was miserable for my entire childhood because of it, but at least I was me." Another short pause - the next bit is still almost as painful as the day it happened - moreso, because she really did prove it correct, partially. "The last time my dad tried to change my mind about being an artist, and I told him to fuck off, he told me I was going to end up a starving, homeless, drug-addicted whore. Verbatim."