Well, one of 'em was the gym teacher too, so. Yeah.
[ She chuckles but it's mirthless. She hadn't flunked out of school or anything, but she doesn't have a recollection of a time where she wasn't already labelled a troublemaker or a loudmouth. Grow up in a small enough town and the brands are already decided before you're out of diapers. Julie was poor white trash with drunks for parents and worse for most of the rest of her family. No one expected any better out of her, anything more than just another redneck loser who'd probably be knocked up by nineteen. She'd beat that one, at least. The last thing she wanted was a kid.
Brow furrowed, she tries to remember anything other than being ignored by the adults, all of whom seemed to have other kids more worthy of their time. ]
I remember once, I was maybe in like, third grade? Around that age. Teacher yelled at me 'cause I was readin' ahead when we did that popcorn thing, and I got lost when it was my turn. It was so fuckin' dumb, listenin' to one kid after another read one paragraph. Who even thought of that shit? Anyway, they pulled me outta class and made me sit in the hall. Gave me a big lecture about not payin' attention and how they didn't care if I failed outta school if I didn't care, blah blah. She didn't like me anyway, said I talked too much. Put it on my report card that I "needed improvement" in my behavior. I don't think my parents went to the meetin' they were supposed to have with the teacher.
[ She shrugs. It's just... it's what her life was. She never really thought it could be any different. ]
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[ She chuckles but it's mirthless. She hadn't flunked out of school or anything, but she doesn't have a recollection of a time where she wasn't already labelled a troublemaker or a loudmouth. Grow up in a small enough town and the brands are already decided before you're out of diapers. Julie was poor white trash with drunks for parents and worse for most of the rest of her family. No one expected any better out of her, anything more than just another redneck loser who'd probably be knocked up by nineteen. She'd beat that one, at least. The last thing she wanted was a kid.
Brow furrowed, she tries to remember anything other than being ignored by the adults, all of whom seemed to have other kids more worthy of their time. ]
I remember once, I was maybe in like, third grade? Around that age. Teacher yelled at me 'cause I was readin' ahead when we did that popcorn thing, and I got lost when it was my turn. It was so fuckin' dumb, listenin' to one kid after another read one paragraph. Who even thought of that shit? Anyway, they pulled me outta class and made me sit in the hall. Gave me a big lecture about not payin' attention and how they didn't care if I failed outta school if I didn't care, blah blah. She didn't like me anyway, said I talked too much. Put it on my report card that I "needed improvement" in my behavior. I don't think my parents went to the meetin' they were supposed to have with the teacher.
[ She shrugs. It's just... it's what her life was. She never really thought it could be any different. ]