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| - Her father was a “Fire and Brimstone” preacher. Her mother was a “career” church volunteer. When she was born, her father was horrified to see that she had particularly startling red hair... whereas he was brunette and his family had no history of red-heads. Her parents kept her hair dyed at all times to avert this possible scandal. Her father never blamed her mother for this little problem. Oh no. It was obviously Mary's fault. No matter how good she tried to be, she was always screamed- sorry, preached at for being a wicked spawn of Satan. The verbal abuse hurt, but not as much as the other students staying away from her for being a teacher's pet and too much of a “good girl.” Incongruent? Yes. In high school, she grew sick of being a good girl. She started acting out, trying to fit in,
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| - Her father was a “Fire and Brimstone” preacher. Her mother was a “career” church volunteer. When she was born, her father was horrified to see that she had particularly startling red hair... whereas he was brunette and his family had no history of red-heads. Her parents kept her hair dyed at all times to avert this possible scandal. Her father never blamed her mother for this little problem. Oh no. It was obviously Mary's fault. No matter how good she tried to be, she was always screamed- sorry, preached at for being a wicked spawn of Satan. The verbal abuse hurt, but not as much as the other students staying away from her for being a teacher's pet and too much of a “good girl.” Incongruent? Yes. In high school, she grew sick of being a good girl. She started acting out, trying to fit in, joining various cliques. The goths had nice clothes, but they were so very fake. The emo were too self-defeating. The cool girls wouldn't go near her, and she didn't really care. The Wiccan girls were as fake as the goth girls, but at least they had some interesting stories. The last one was the last straw for her father. Ever seen an exorcism? It's not pretty. She was starved, beaten, preached at, screamed at... and then she had an epiphany. Why couldn't she do what she wanted AND keep up a front that her parents would at least shut up about? She repented and renounced Wicca. (Which she didn't believe in anyway. But it was entertaining.) She rapidly found that she was very good at smoothing things over, lying, covering her activities, and cutting short her father's preaching speeches by diversion or subterfuge. In fact, she started to enjoy doing so more than she enjoyed any trouble she caused. She found ways to make others cover for her. After all, her family did have money. The church paid very well for his fiery oration... in all honesty, it paid far more than it should, and far too few donations went to the people in actual need. Her parents never truly reconciled with her, but they left her alone. It was enough that she survived high school and was still in good enough standing with her parents that they paid for her college. Her parents only paid for her food, tuition, and books, but it was something. This was when she stopped dyeing her hair and started going by her old “Wiccan” nickname, Fyre. She met a boy (of course) between classes, a senior named Jason, who “saw her potential” and “introduced” her to the concept of grifting. He was well-connected in the small town's steamy underbelly, and though he paid for many things for her, it was a bit difficult to keep up with him financially. She started stripping for money on the side, and found herself enjoying the attention lavished upon her by everyone. Before long, (just as her parents started getting reports of her activities) she quit college and went to live with him. In hindsight, she really should have wondered what “potential” Jason saw in her before they had even met...
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