sophia-vw2:

“Umm lets see, I was born in Stafford County, Virginia, in a house big enough for us all to comfortably ignore each other. I was raised by my Nanny, Marietta. I took horse riding lessons, Piano lessons, which I quit after a week and paid the teacher not to tell my parents. Once I turned 11 my mom gave me the speech about becoming just something to be married away. That was also the year I met Evan, my penpal from Kansas, and we stayed in contact even after the class project was over. I went Punk Rock slash Goth and wore all black, made some of my own clothes, I just my hair myself. I started smoking when I was thirteen, just so they would notice, then I started cutting, just so they would notice. I skipped school and went many nights without dinner for not changing into a dress for dinner. It was also when I got my first pair of heels. Then I started smoking pot occasionally and spraying graffiti all over town. At Fifteen I burned down the peach orchard and when I was arrested my parents let me spend three days in jail before they picked me up. When I was sixteen, Titanic came out in theaters and i fell in love with love stories and knew I wanted to be a writer, so I started writing every day to keep myself from hating my life, because there was a point where I considered slitting vertically. Then I was in and out of therapy and boarding school until college when they shipped me off to California at 17.  I lived on my own off of Chinese takeout, pizza and McDonalds and I stayed for six years, Four to get my Bachelors In Screenwriting with a Minor in Business and an additional two for my masters in Teaching and bumping my Business up to a BA, so I have three degrees essentially. Two Bachelors and a Master’s. for four of those years Evan sometimes made me dinner, she ended up going to the same college for Directing in Film so that was cool. Then When I came home, It was only a few months after my 23rd birthday and I asked my parents if I could have part in the vineyard since they had expanded to one in East Orange and the one in Stafford County. And thats when I was thrown into the asylum kicking and screaming and well, you know the rest.” she smiled at him. “Oh and all through there is bits of Tommy torturing me.”

“That’s… Wow. That seems like a lot more than what I’ve told you,” He kissed her cheek and pulled her closer. “That sounds pretty interesting to me, even though the parts about your parents piss me off. My dad hated me for a while, and he didn’t even let me stay in jail for more than a day unless it was something I had to go to court for. Three days for burning peach trees is bullshit.”