I’m having fun with doing some sort of private wiki for my comic, so I can have all ideas in one place. And I’ve decided to make fancy little characters profile pics :D
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Angela picked up the phone. There was really nothing left here to do. She’d put it off as long as she could manage, but now she couldn’t handle it anymore. 6 months. That’s how long she had been living in a warzone. Not that anyone outside of the house knew. They were picture perfect before, and even with all this, they were as close to perfect as they could be to the outside eye.
People saw what they wanted to see.
They didn’t see the façade that was her parent’s marriage that was falling apart. They pretended to forget her mother losing her job, due to the rumors about Daniel and the maid. The rumors that were true. The rumors that her mother had walked in on 6 months ago, when she’d been “let go” for not having the proper political look. They just weren’t interested in someone who didn’t have the perfect marriage and perfect family, and perfect life.
They saw Mary Sue at the grocery shopping for four; not that her father ate alone in the study. They saw her grandparents come over for the holidays; not the fact that they were making sure another argument didn’t break out on Christmas. They saw Mary Sue go to every home game her husband coached at; not that they sat in complete silence on the way home. But people didn’t see any of that. People only saw what her parents were trying to salvage to save their wounded reputations. Somehow still perfect.
They saw the two pretty twin daughters going to school; but not that they fought constantly… at each other’s throats. Although Lilith always made that picture a little less perfect. Which wouldn’t bother Angela nearly as much if she didn’t have to make up for it.
Because Lilith was the problem. The “evil twin”. She still got okay grades though. She still came home on time most of the time. She didn’t do anything too crazy. Which set the bar for Angela so much higher. People still talked though. She would be so pretty if she stopped looking like she was going to a funeral. Lilith did whatever she wanted, as long as it wouldn’t hurt their mother too badly.
And Angela was the daughter that always looked prim and proper, the one who got straight As and scholarships to every university she applied for. The one that did the chores, and looked good in newspaper clippings. The one who had a ‘charity case’ boyfriend. Poor Angela, putting up with that mess of a boy. The only thing about her life that felt real. The only thing she had left that didn’t feel like a fraud to her. The only thing she had that wasn’t perfect.
Best Wishes to All
When Nina went to work, Dina sat at home for a while, not knowing quite what to do or think. Everything in her life had happened so fast, and she just wasn’t sure how to handle it anymore. Her parents had died quite a while ago, and it didn’t bother her so much anymore. But when Michael had died, it had taken its toll, leaving her lonely and depressed. And she knew she should be at least a little “over it’ by now, 5 years later, but it still hurt the same. She’d thought he was her ‘happily ever after’. And he had been… for the short time she’d had it.
Her sister had moved in with her to help her with all of his things, and the problems that came with being sad and alone. After that, they’d gotten a notice about their parent’s accrued debt. Apparently they’d had a fund to pay it off, but it had run out, and had subsequently ended up in the sister’s laps. Nothing like 70 thousand Simoleans to lighten the load of everything else wrong in their lives. But if anything it had gotten Dina invested in her work and her mind off of Michael for long enough to pay off a bit of it. And now, here she was, with all that work gone to a stupid marching band.
She was sure that Nina wouldn’t be happy if she found her sister alone on the deck with a drink in her hand again, but at this exact moment in time, she didn’t care. And besides. it was just one drink.