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[victoria_stay]

[So, after this weekend, Victoria went to her room and used up all of her crayons and probably broke a few dozen colored pencils to color a picture on the wall. It's in view now. It's of a very, very smiley man holding boxes and a woman and child with expressionless faces staring up at a house surrounded by trees. Victoria's adding finishing touches to one of the trees and she knows the camera is on, but she doesn't look at it directly.

Instead, she's busy frowning at what she's drawing.]

My parents died when I was three. Carla and Mr Fletcher aren't my mom and dad. That was a curse.


[And she wasn't impressed, City.

That being said, though, she has a question.]

Carla, can we still draw?

[She kind of liked that. A lot.]

Comments

[deadmanbusiness]

Well. I know Carla and Fletcher and neither of them could have known each other long enough to have a kid your age.

[victoria_stay]

Does that curse happen a lot?

[deadmanbusiness]

You know, I don't know. It's the first time I've seen it.

[victoria_stay]

It's weird. I didn't like it much. I just like Carla and Mister Fletcher, but not as parents.

[deadmanbusiness]

They're nice... ish people.

It is weird though. I don't think I'd like being thrown into believing someone was my family when they really weren't.