Allison. Allie. Al. Albert. Albertson. What? No. ummmm Albie. Yes. Albie.
"Allison! Allison! AllISON! ALLISON MARIE!!"
"That's not me, mom.¨
"Look, I gave birth to you, I name you, ok. Eat your food, Allison."
Albie rolled their eyes. Their mom would never understand why her perfect innocent and naive daughter cut off her hair and wore strange clothes, she would never understand them.
Their dad was another story. A missing one in fact. He's been gone for years. They knew where he was though, always held this over their mother. Albie always threatened to run away to him, much to her mother's dismay. No way would she show her failure to her ex-husband. Albie's mother was strong and well enough on her own. No signs of weakness. Sighing as they think this, Albie picks at their salad.
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anyone want me to continue? this is all i thought up of for rn - pluto
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drops
Randomthings i think of from random drops of inspiration (ie. shows, songs, stories, etc.)
