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[02 Nov 2010|06:39pm] |
 If the world made any sense at all, Paige’s birth parents never would have gotten together; both eighteen when she was born, they could hardly stand being in the same room together, let alone raise a child together. Their relationship was a love/hate one, consisting of much more hate than love, as everyone in their less than stellar apartment complex heard. Her father worked as a mechanic, though he spent most of his nights stealing the cars he always dreamed of owning. Her mother worked as a waitress, never holding a job for too long before she stopped showing up due to terrible hangovers. Both of them drank themselves into oblivion, leaving the young child in the other room to cry herself to sleep. Their relationship always had an abusive undertone, which turned physical both ways once they started to be unfaithful, neither wanting to admit failure and ending it for good. As Paige got older, her parents’ problems only got worse. Child services almost took her away from her parents, as neither was able to hold a job, able to get her off to school, or even take care of themselves. When Paige was eleven, her parents story came to a close in a murder-suicide that wasn’t half as shocking as it should have been. She was quickly removed from her parents and placed in foster care.
For the first year, she went through foster homes fast due to her attitude problem but when she was twelve; she was placed with the Kennedy family. For some reason, she stuck with them and before she aged out of the system, she was adopted by them to prove that she was part of the family. Her life with them was as normal as could be, though she spent more time in the principal’s office than in an actual classroom. She even did the normal thing and attended college, though her degree proved useless when it came to finding a job. Now twenty eight, Paige works at a daycare center and though her past is behind her, she still has her rough edges and still can remember how to hot-wire a car, thanks to dear old dad.
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