Just in time for this blog post. Today I'll be using one of my generic characters. She doesn't come with a set plot, since I've used her on a couple occasions for short stories. She started from an idea for a longer story, and her personality has not changed much from it. So here you are; Abby.
First off, what is
your name?
Abby. Well, Abigale, but everyone calls me Abby.
That’s a rather old
fashioned name. Does that reflect your mother?
Hell no. Not when she had me, at least. She was eighteen.
That slut.
You don’t seem to be
on very good terms with her.
We fight all the time. I can’t wait until I’m old enough to
move out.
How old are you now?
Seventeen. As soon as I turn eighteen, I’m out of here.
What about your
father?
Never knew him. That bastard left my mom and me when I was
two.
How sad. Is there any
connection between him leaving and your fighting with your mom?
Definitely. Apparently I look a lot like him. I have his red
hair and hazel eyes, so every time my mom looks at me, she’s reminded of him.
You would think she would get over it eventually, but I guess not.
How does she cope?
We move around a lot. She finds it hard to keep a job, and
whenever she loses one, or breaks up with her boyfriend, we move. It’s really
annoying, but I won’t have to deal with it soon.
And how do you cope?
With what? My dad? I don’t care. With the moving, I just
learned a long time ago to suck it up. I make friends easily, but I never get
too attached. Never managed to get a long distance relationship working with a
guy though. I blame my mom.
Will you miss her
when you move out?
Maybe after a few years. She’ll start missing me after a
week though. She claims to hate me, but she’s way too protective. She still
makes me call home to make sure I got to wherever I was going safely.
It seems like she
loves you very much then.
Ppft, I doubt it.
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