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posted February 28, 2017 07:22 PM            

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"I must have been someone pretty terrible, hu?" Asked the fourteen year old as she slumped onto Frankie's bed even more miserably.
"I already told you, you were Edgar Allan Poe," the forty two year old youthful looking woman replied cheerfully.
"Just wait, when I'm twenty you'll tell me I'm Hitler..." She replied.
Thus far, Frankie had made it a habit to reveal the past lives of her children, her brother, Gwen and her siblings at the appropriate age. They all reacted in their own way. Cassie, didn't really believe in it, Thomas would just give his smile and shrug his shoulders every time. Noah was the only one who seemed to take everything to heart, and Frederick would just laugh. Her own daughter thought her Mother was a basket case and would just roll her eyes. In fact, there really wasn't much of anything special Allison and Frankie shared between them, and she knew it made her daughter not envious to see her with Gwen, but rather an excuse to hate her as teenage girls so often try to find. Shortly before Thomas left for Taiwan she had told him one of his most recent. "Just remember you were the most innocent." She said. "Even above Allison."
Again, the tawny haired black eyed youth smiled and shrugged. "I could see it," he said and walked into the airport with his parents. So proud that their son had enlisted into the Marines.
Guinevere Mariko Bell was a very beautiful girl. Tall, slim, rough black hair and eyes to match, and pale skinned. She kept her tresses short ending beneath her chin.
But, as gorgeous as she was, she had a lot of problems she found quite difficult to escape.

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posted February 28, 2017 07:59 PM            

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She had been banned from Rock 'n roll camp for girls the month before after making a hand job sign at the counselor's. "Real rock is guys and their ***** groupie's!" She had yelled. When first enrolling at the age of eleven, she had gotten kicked out for being purposely defiant. "What about rock 'n roll camp for boys?" She had asked simply then.
"Well, maybe in the future," replied the counselor. But, Gwen, who loved to **** people off from a very young age kept at it. It ended with her father dragging her out of the place as she continued to yell, "What about rock 'n roll camp for transgender children!" Allison, unhappily followed, always going along with what Gwen wanted.
But now at fourteen, she was asked never to return again.
Gwen had become enamored of cutting in this time and was now bulimic. She had told her counselor that the only reason she made herself throw up was because she wanted to remain attractive in a 'man's world,' because she could get anything she wanted as a result.
But, Frankie knew the real reason after Gwen confided in her a story that had transpired when she was twelve.
There had been a foreign exchange student from Japan at her twin brother and sister's high school. Thomas and her had gotten on real well, and he, being the womanly charmer he was had invited her over to the house.
Gwen walked into see the girl nude, and her brother drawing her from the back.
She was very thin, and her hair style was the same as Gwen wore it now.
They themselves were fifteen percent Japanese and Gwen had always had an extreme pride in this part of her heritage. Plus, with the way she so looked up to her brother, Frankie knew this was why she did it.
The girl had also two days before been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. Which, her parents didn't agree with, she was too young to have such a diagnosis. But, Frankie, against her moral judgement had to agree.
"Hey, Frankie," she said now. "I wasn't molested or beaten or anything as a kid, so why would I have this?"
"You're very close to your father and.." she replied.
"**** him!" Gwen snapped and rose from the bed like lightning.
"Okay, well you used to be...And maybe because Thomas is in Taiwan and you really look up to him. I think it has something to do with your subconscious attachments to men."
Gwen sighed and lowered herself back on the bed.
"You know I've never loved my mom," she said. "And Dad has always looked at her with more love then me. Frankie! I am his ******* child! Shouldn't people love their children more then their spouses!?"
"Its a different sort of love, Gwen, and it took me a long time to realize that. You will someday."
But her observation was partly justified. Like Frankie and her father, Gwen had an obsession with psychology. And both Beau and Frankie knew she was very keen at observing certain things, better then they themselves were. It was fair to say that Gwen as a young child like most girls her age would pick up on her father's love for her Mother and in a subconscious sense compete for his attention. Although, Gwen's temperament made it four times as worse for her. Like Frankie and Beau she was highly empathic and obsessive with the people in her life.
Frankie and Beau once, long before Gwen's birth had briefly fallen in love for how alike they truly were in this sense. But, they knew they were not meant for each other. Still, to this day, both of them swore this was how Gwen came into being, through the adoration they had once bore for each other. And Gwen, was not like Shannon, her mother, in any regard, besides her pride. It made things even more difficult that Beau was a very doting husband to his wife, more then most at least more then Frankie had ever seen a man be so.
Frankie had wanted to reveal to Gwen one of her past lives where she had been a very beautiful woman, but, here was the thing, the certain past life also entailed her younger son, Milo, whom as a result of it was now beginning to grow enamored of tattoo artistry drawing elaborate graffiti styled gang women and the Virgin of Guadeloupe. She would have to sacrifice one's self esteem for the other. But, since Gwen had the writing on her part, she had decided to tell Milo that he was Sandro Botichelli and not Gwen that she was the famous Birth of Venus, Simonetta Vespucci.
Frankie knew that her son and Gwen were destined to marry, but she had to let certain things on carefully.
When Gwen was born, Milo was a year and a half. His own father loved to hold her as a baby and talk and sing to her, certainly more then Milo. This was because Milo's twin sister had been a stillborn and it broke his parent's heart, especially Ray's. As a result, Milo's early years had not been as loving as they could have, had she lived.
When he was two, and Frankie was babysitting Beau and Shannon's children, he had thrown a can of soup right at her head as she lay sleeping in her crib.
As a result the two were separated from each other until Milo was four and she, five.

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posted February 28, 2017 08:00 PM            

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She was supposed to be three, not five, lol. But what happened to the edit button?

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posted March 01, 2017 12:39 AM            

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I can't write anymore...
My writing sucks...

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posted March 02, 2017 09:07 AM            

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Originally posted by whitewitch111:
I can't write anymore...
My writing sucks...

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Your writing doesn't suck, it takes gifts, talent, and imagination- which you have in abundance.

As for the edit button, I read in LLC2, It is temporarily out of order, Randall is fixing something having to do with it.

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