Students chat room.
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Thread Topic: Students chat room.
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I'm sorry, that sounds horrible. My mother was sick when she died, or that was what I told. My aunt takes care of me, but she implied other things about my mother's death. I never met her.
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It’s fine, I have Dad’s stories, and I have a great home life,
It’s sad, but I got closure.
Perhaps your aunt has some pictures she could give you, and if you ever feel like you want to investigate we’d have your back. -
What was your life like?
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If you don't mind me asking
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I grew up surrounded by the Ace ops. ( except Marrow he’s not old.) which was great.
The less great parts were waiting at home with s--- nannies, not sure if my dad was going to come home or not.
I knew being a huntsman was dangerous, and Mrs.Neil thought it was funny to tell me my dad had died.
I was locked in closets a lot by people hired to watch me but in the bright side I got my semblance super early because of it,
I was homeschooled because of a lot of bullying, and there’s some stuff I’d rather not talk about but you could learn an outsiders perspective on if you looked at some of the magazines in the dorm?
I have them as a reminder that I’m stronger than the media painted me to be because you know it really be like that
My highlight is hat one time general ironwood babysat me and he let me have ice cream for breakfast and made me promise not to tell my dad -
I see.
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I...did not know that.
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I don’t really like to talk about it, but we’re teammates so 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️
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No, it's alright.
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We don't need to share any moments we're uncomfortable with. If you'd like, we could talk about it in person, not on a public site.
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Also please don’t feel pressured to tell me your last, unless it’s something you want to do.
I’m shady as f---, and we’ve never really gotten along so not trusting me is valid, -
Well, shady isn't the word I'd use to describe you. Give me a second to reply.
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My father loved me dearly, more than anything. He wanted to keep safe and away from any possibility of being hurt. Because of this, I was not to leave the property. I was only allowed outside for an hour once a week. I was allowed this permission to catch an animal. I spent the rest of the time staring on the edge of the property. I must've looked weird, looking back on it. I was also homeschooled. My whole day was planned thoroughly. I would eat breakfast, get taught for education, have a tea party for lunch, play with my dolls, help father, have dinner, ready for bed, and sleep. Our meal talk was always planned. Father would ask how I am, I would respond with 'I'm____father', we take a bite to eat. Father cracks a joke, I giggle, we take a bite to eat. The same questions, same responses. Every day I was dressed in clothing you'd see on a doll, father would take a picture of me in my outfit. Father took care of everything for me, I just had to listen. One day, my aunt came over, and I told her about what it was like when father wasn't around. She apparently went to court, and my father was jailed. She has been taking care of me ever since.
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Wisteria I’m so sorry,
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I mean, life was fine. I just wished I was able to explore more. I don't know why he was jailed, exactly.
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