((Why does that sound like a HomeStuck/Gravity Falls crossover?))
Hey guys, it's Vee. I decided it's about time to write the back story. Now I originally planned to have a little cousin that had died, but then I remembered everyone else's back stories and realized I'd be copying like all of them so I scratched that idea.
So I have no idea what it's gonna be about. I guess I'll just see what happens.
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Third Person POV
Viola had lived in Chicago for most of her life.
Her apartment building was very close to Millennium Park, so she always had a place to play.
She went to a public school, but never made any friends.
Other kids always made fun of her, especially when there was an orchestra announcement. The announcements always pronounced it "VIEola" instead of "VEEola", and the kids would.just look at her and laugh.
((That happens at my school too 😒😒😒😒😒))
Viola never complained, though. She just kept to herself, often getting a notebook or two taken away for drawing too much. She'd have to grab it at the end of the period. But she had spare notebooks. She'd just secretly draw in those for a while.
She didn't sit with anyone at lunch. She just sat at the end of an almost deserted table. But she didn't care. She didn't need anyone to worry about besides her family.
When she was told that she would be going to a summer camp, she was nervous. She didn't want to be alone all summer, but she didn't want to get attached to people she'd likely never see again.
Despite her pleas, her parents decides it would be best for her.
Within the next two weeks, she was sent on a Speedy Beaver to Oregon.
The only interesting that's ever happened to her was a car accident a few years back. Everyone was okay. Except she had a large cut in her eyelid. It wasn't serious, though. Just some bleeding and two black eyes for about 6 months. No biggie.
((True story.))
She was hoping she would just vet through the summer with out being bothered. But as you know, that is the exact opposite of what happened.
The characters she creates are pretty interesting, though. Same with some of her stories. She is just terrible at writing her thoughts.
And, well,
You know the rest.
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