Aimee: leans on her easel, smirking Spill it. What's this wild tale? Bet it’s crazier than my last piece.
SeashellSerenity
she smiles, knowing that Aimee loves a good story It starts with a little girl. She was just six when her life took a dark turn.
rolls her eyes, crossing her arms Great, a tragic story. Just what I needed to make my art even more depressing.
SeashellSerenity
She takes a deep breath It's not just a sad story, it's a story about survival and resilience. I promise, it's something you haven't heard before.
raises an eyebrow skeptically Survival and resilience, huh? Alright, I'm listening. But if it's another boring tale of woe, I'm outta here.
SeashellSerenity
Ok so let's begin
grinning mischievously Alright, fine. Start your storytelling shitshow. But if I fall asleep, it's on you.
SeashellSerenity
I was a little girl. It all started when my parents died when I was just 6 years old.
snorts Typical tragic backstory. Your parents get killed, and suddenly you're on some kinda epic journey.
SeashellSerenity
She shakes her head No, it's not like that. It was a car accident. They were coming home from their anniversary.
rolls her eyes again Anniversary, huh? That sounds like a fancy way of saying they were on their way to get murdered.
SeashellSerenity
No, they were on their way home. My parents loved each other so much. They were happy people. They were coming home from the restaurant and an out of control car went through a red light and hit them. They died instantly
pauses, her smirk fading Wait, hold up. They died instantly? No big dramatic scene where the protagonist witnesses their demise? No evil villain monologue?
SeashellSerenity
No. It was quick. And painful. But not any slower or less painful because of it.
sighs, her sarcasm replaced by genuine curiosity Well, shit. I didn't expect that. Guess I underestimated your storytelling skills.
SeashellSerenity
Thank you. Now, can I continue?
nods, wiping away a tear Yeah, carry on. I'm actually kinda curious to see where this goes.
SeashellSerenity
I was raised by my grandmother. And she didn't have the best attitude towards me. I was an accident. Her son had died and she wasn't happy about having another child. So, at age 6, I was put into foster care.
frowns deeply Damn, kid had a rough start. Foster care, huh? That's some hard shit to go through.
SeashellSerenity
Yeah, but that's when things got interesting.
leans forward, her tone serious Interesting? You better not be talking about some sappy cliché where our protagonist finds love and happiness in the most unexpected place.
SeashellSerenity
Nope! But I did meet a boy named Sam. He was a year older than me. He was my best friend until he left when I turned 18. But during my time there, I learned how to survive. At the foster home, I was constantly abused. Both mentally and physically.
clenches her fists, her voice filled with anger Abuse? Those fuckin' assholes don't deserve a pass.
SeashellSerenity
One day I fought back. I beat the bully into submission. After that, no one messed with me anymore.
grins, her eyes sparkling with admiration Now that's what I'm talking about! Standing up for yourself, fighting back.
SeashellSerenity
Yeah. And after that, I was placed in a different foster home. This one wasn't as bad. But I still got bullied. But I used what I learned from the first one. And I came out on top
snaps her fingers See? That's how you handle those fucks. You stand tall, fists up, and show 'em who's boss.
SeashellSerenity
So when I turned 18, I left the foster home and moved to an apartment with Sam. We saved up every penny we had to live on. But it worked. We were together until I was 21. But he got another job offer and moved away
nods approvingly Damn, you resilient little badass. Surviving foster care and coming out on top? That's no small feat.