My name is Mary, & this is where I come to describe the consequences of too much vodka and talk about my fucked up love life.
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posted : Wednesday, February 16, 2011
title : Yes, I wrote this.
1. Prudence Garreth There was once a girl named Prudence Garreth. And she deserved it. She was a young girl, no more than 12 years old, however she did not share the sweet disposition many children her age seemed to have attained. No, Prudence Garreth was a horrible, selfish, ignorant little brat. And quite frankly her parents were sick of her. It sounds a horrible thing, that a childs parents couldn’t stand the sight of their own offspring, but unfortunately, the sight of Prudence really did make her parents… well, nauseus. Some may argue that in naming her so, Prudence’s parents jynxed her before she could even walk. That an ugly name could lead to nothing less than an ugly child. Others might think that it was not Prudence’s fault, but a consequence of growing up around the décor of the house in which she lived, which was, even by old fashioned standards, disdainfully unflattering. With its floral patterned couches and the wall paper made up of different shades of pink and most definitely the carpet which was pale blue to match the frilly curtains. But whatever it was that had caused it, it could not be denied that Prudence had grown up into horrible, insulting creature. Now, Prudence had caused more than her fair share of trouble at the local Catholic school which she had attended since Kindergarten. Her parents, both devout Catholics themselves, sent Prudence there so that she would grow to reflect their own beliefs. Their ambitions failed dismally. Prudence complained frequently that they were forcing upon her beliefs that she held no value for, that they were “horrible, mean, uncaring parents!” who didn’t care for her thoughts on the matter. So it was that Prudence did her best to disrupt and disturb classes and pupils as often as possible. Well, at least that is how it began. It started when she was 6. She was attending a practice for their class mass which was to be held for the parents the following day, when, bored and angry she stuck out her leg, tripping one of the girls in her class who was on her way to Communion. This had led to a sort of domino effect that drove her to tears of laughter, as her entire class found themselves tangled on the floor. And so Prudence discovered her love for misbehaviour. She was not polite either. Whenever asked by a teacher, “What is the answer to question three Prudence?” she would shortly respond with something like, “Why are you asking me? You’re the teacher.” Thus, her reputation worsened as her school years went by. It wasn’t improved by her treatment of the other students either. She was constantly pestering the younger kids, ruining their games by stamping on their mud castles or destroying the ‘dinner’ they were making for the ‘children’ with weeds and stray leaves. As for older kids and those of her own age, she found that merely shouting out insults or stealing the ball from their games wound them up nicely. So it was that by the end of her 7th and last year at the school, her parents knew that something had to be done about their disgusting child. And so it was that Prudence Garreth was enrolled in the St. Elizabeth’s College. |
Mary, I'm from Sydney, Australia. I love everything to do with Fashion, I spend more money on it then I actually have. I will own a real Chanel bag one day. I am turning 20 in May. (:
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