I was born on the cut. Quicky and painlessly as my Mother used to say. She constantly embarrassed me by telling the story of how i almost came out in the car on the way to the hospital. She was on two different forms of contraception. The pill and a condom. But did I care? Nope. I forced her and Dad into caring for a baby wether they liked it or not.
Clearly I was very adament about being born, no matter the circumstances. I enjoyed what I had been born into for the first 14 years of my life. I had come to life as a Pogue. My mother passed away a few years after I was born, no longer able to make us laugh as we wondered how she had forgotten what day I was born on for the first three years of my life (she claims it's the hospitals fault for not shoving a calendar in her face as she pushed me out...).
I miss her more than anything, but in a weird way. I don't miss HER particularly, as i barely remmeber her. But I long for the opportunity to have a mother. It gets harder everytime I hear stories about my friends Mums making them get up for school or forcing them to go to church on Sunday. i guess you can't appreciate something unless you havent got it.
My father took the news pretty bad. But after a long time he decided to tru and find love again. He told me thats what she would have wanted. After plenty of miserable speed dating incidents, he finally gave up on looking, and then came Ms. Thornton.
She was cold as stone. I couldn't understand how she got those laugh line wrinkles by her mouth as she never seemed to show an emotion besides displeasure. Ms. Thornton was a Kook. Something my friends and I had despised since I entered Kindergarten.
Unfortunately for me, Dad ended up marrying the woman and we moved into a 6 bedroom, 5 bathroom mansion smack bang in the middle of Figure 8. Jam packed with it's life-suxking stepbrother, Topper.
I tried my best to get along well with Topper. Somehow, he held nothing against me when it came to being a Pogue. We got along well expect for when he decided it was the time to pmay massive douce number one in the musical that is OBX and totally thotal my friends at any opportunity.
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RomanceHow much can you forgive? Or How far will you go to protect the one you love? Obx fanfiction. Rafe cameron. Season 1