Random Thing I Wrote

Allison Morgan, a trim girl with fair features was the star pupil of Alexander Bell middle school in Jackson, Ohio. The son of a Mormon father and a somewhat agnostic mother, she saw much of the Mormon culture. Her father, Henry, came from a fairly religious family. One that largely saw her mother, Charlotte (neé Reimer as a negative influence on Allison. It wasn't really a fair statement either. For some reason, the family had gotten the impression somewhere along the line that Charlotte was one of those militant atheists. A woman that would have no to-do with God, when really the case was that she just didn't give a shit. Whatever the reason, it left poor Charlotte with dirty looks and gossip spread behind her back, about where she came from.

Funnily enough, that was from a Presbyterian background. Her grandfather, a Presbyterian minister that to this day at the ripe old age of seventy-eight preaches the good word to his flock that has grown smaller in recent years. A decent man, though with a whiplike temper when provoked, George Rogers, Charlotte's maternal grandfather, greatly disapproved of Charlotte having, what he feels, slipped through the cracks. Charlotte faces this disapproval from her grandfather and grandmother without even having her mother anymore to shelter her as she might have.

Her mother, Rachel, had passed away when birthing her youngest brother, Jacob, fourteen years Charlotte's junior. What's more, Jacob was not even the youngest of the bunch, his father Trevor having remarried a few years after Rachel's early death. Alexis Farrow was only four years older than Charlotte, and she never warmed to her at all. It wasn't by any fault of Alexis' either, having never tried to be anything but a friend to Charlotte, but unfortunately they never really got on. Or more to say that Charlotte never got on with Alexis.

It was never that Charlotte would treat her badly. She just wanted nothing to do with the woman. She was glad her Dad was happy, sure. It's not that she wanted him to be unhappy, or for them to break up... It's just... She didn't want Alexis to be there. Being her stepmother. Having taken that place. That was all. But there wasn't much to be done, and in her mind, the ship hand long since sailed on making amends with the woman and making friends. Not much to be done about it really.