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The timing couldn’t be more odd, but it’s not like this wasn’t foreshadowed in the last book. I wonder if she’s working for the spooky police.
Oooh, I was right about the staring!
And this is a really nice looking page, I must adoring fan-ishly add.
Poor Sera. The past haunts us all.
really great page
Man. Every time I see Maddy’s face like that, all I can think of is being in school being freaking tortured by other kids, and my friends who knew about it who tried to be extra nice to me because of it.. no one having the balls to stand up for the shyest kid in school. How many times I wanted to say this, among also wanting to scream at my tormentors but having a personality that locks you right the fuck up and forces you to store it all inside. I hated my friends for it, though when I got older I came to realize that it’s not really easy for anyone to just stand up like that, and after I got a bit of self confidence I learned to stand up for yourself. But after a half-hour bus ride to school every morning where the other kids call you fat and ugly and talk about how you should just kill yourself so they don’t have to look at you, and your friends just go “Oh, I’m sorry, those kids are jerks,” the urge to scream “Than fucking help me!” can become almost overwhelming.
So um, yeah. I have a special interest in this part of the story.
That was quite a story, that was. Sorry.. ^_^;
I am of the opinion that childhood is nothing to get nostalgic about. All it did was turn me into a bubbling pot of impotent rage. No one to defend me, too small and weak to do anything about it, when I did stand up for myself and try to fight back I just got beaten and then made fun of more. Luckily, I eventually learned to not care what they thought or said, and it eventually ease up once they realized they were getting a reaction anymore, but it was rough first 16 years or so.
*nod* The one major thing the torment did was make me into a person who doesn’t care so much what other people think, which has made me a far happier person than I think I would have been if I kept letting everything get to me. It was either implode, explode, or harden over.
Mostly I came to the realisation that those people were douche bags and what it would take for them to like me (if it was possible) would have been to be as big a douche bag as they were and I had no interest in doing that. Why would I want the approval of a bunch of brain-dead cro-magnon assholes?
I can definitely relate to yours, and maddy’s, story. I was a little “freak” in high school and was made fun of quite often, as well. They would throw half-full glass bottles at my and my friend’s heads during lunch and other things like that, but no one dared try to beat me up, though; I had some very large friend’s which I would remind them of, and my sisters were very popular. In fact, my eldest sister was well-known for having put two girls, who had jumped her, in the hospital when she was only a scrawny 90-something lbs. I wasn’t popular, but I didn’t mind too much. I liked having a few very close friends. I had friends in many different groups of people but my favorites were the “freaks” as we were called. Due to past tragedies in my family and abuse, etc. I actually attempted one day at school.. I remember the kids that were around chanting “jump! jump! jump!”. Horrible little fucks, they were. I was all sorts of messed up at the time, but I’m so very thankful for the friends that I had.. There were many times that we stayed quiet when others were tormenting us…but when it got to be too much a few of us would usually say something. Even some of the teachers would bully some of my friends. I remember standing up to a guy who was picking on a very small male friend of mine. The look on his face was priceless. This happened a few times. It was always amusing to see the bewildered look on their faces seeing a 4’10″ girl yelling up at them. They were nothing but cowards. I’m so sorry you didn’t have friends who would stand up to others for you. It’s the mark of a true friend to stand up when a friend is down. Even when you know you’re no match. So I relate to Sera, having been very quiet and introverted in high school myself…and then I don’t bc, though I let A LOT slide, after so much I would always stand up for someone even if I didn’t know them very well. I felt terrible that I had certain “protections” and they didn’t. I saw it as my job to use that power to help those who had none. And bc of that when *I* needed help..my friends were there for me.
An’ that was really quite personal, wad’nit? I’ll just, uh… *slinks back into the shadows*
Expressions = Perfect
For some reason, I thought some sort of banner ad had glitched it’s way onto the middle of the page. It took me a second to realize it was part of the comic. Kinda’ fun. ^_^
ha! me too! curse that evil maddy! (^o^)
On a different not: I really love Maddy’s business card. It is similar to what I had once envisioned for my own.
Quick, someone buy up PricePhotog.com before it falls into the wrong hands, lol
What? The card hasn’t a watermark?
Oh Sera. Rarely have I wanted so much to hug a fictional character. Can’t wait to see what she does with this situation… emphasis on “does,” because she can “do” things now…. right…?
What are you trying to pull here, Alexovich? There’s no PricePhotog.com. Crazy Face.
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