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18th of May 2017 - Backstories and Family Clichés

As some of you might know, but most of you will not, it was my birthday last week. The 14th to be precise. I celebrated it like I do most years, on my own. On my couch, with a glass of whiskey. And maybe a 2.5L tub of ice cream. Just maybe. It’s my very own personal loner tradition, because I never had anyone to celebrate anything with. For starters, my birthday wasn’t anything to celebrate. But secondly, I’ve been pretty much friendless ever since I ran away from home. Sure, I’ve been places, met some interesting people, but none of them really got too close to share intimate moments with. You know, if you leave the one night stands out.

If I’m being brutally honest, my life turned upside down after leaving my family’s mansion. Or the Gray Manor as daddy dearest loved to call it. The estate is his pride and joy, even more so than his precious princess, my younger sister Anastasia. Did I ever tell you that my family thrives on ridiculously posh names? It’s a hot mess, really. I’ll explain.

My dad’s name is Alastair Gray. His father, William Gray, met my dad’s mother Ariadne Pavli while he was in Windenburg, serving the British Army during the Great War. Their love was like a hopelessly romantic’s wet dream. Cliché as fuck. They stayed in Windenburg and decades later, my siblings and I were brought into this world. So yeah, half British half Greek. Remember that cause it’s about to get even more confusing.

My mother, Isabelle Greenwood, on the other hand has both British and French blood running through her veins. Her dad, Matisse Greenwood, is British, her mom Jolie Bossard, is French. Then how did she end up in Windenburg you ask? Funny story. It starts with a traumatic cliff diving accident and a young, hot coast guard rescuing you, and it ends in the local hospital, where they both declared their eternal undying love for each other. Let’s just say my family’s all about the dramatics and cliché love stories.

After their romantic rendezvous, my mother decided to leave her life in Champs Les Sims to move in with my father, on his marvellous estate, Gray Manor. To make her mother in law proud, she gave him a love child within the first year after they had gotten married. Who, of course, would have to be me. Allyssaundra Maelee Gray. Let’s skip the ‘lee’ part in Maelee, and for convenience just call me Ally. The love baby that no one loved. Well, they loved me until they received a better version of me. My younger sister, Anastasia Ruby Gray. A few years later, finally they had the son they so desperately craved. Avellino Beaufort Gray. A son was necessary for my father, he needed a heir to his manor and the family name. So you could say Avellino definitely was my dad’s favourite child.

See the mad love for posh names now? Just imagine being a first grader, having to learn to write your own name. Yeah, that didn’t go well.

Back to the main subject, birthday sadness. This year might just have been different. On the horrid day itself, one of the girls in my neighbourhood sent me a Facebook message, wishing me a happy birthday. Up until that moment I secretly completely forgot all about it, but it made my heart flutter a bit. Someone actually remembered, and cared enough to wish me a happy birthday! In return, I gathered all of my emotional strength, which wasn’t a lot after half a bottle of whiskey, and made a picture of myself. I posted it on Facebook, inviting the small group of I suppose friends I had in the neighbourhood. I don’t know yet if I could really call them my friends, I mean, we haven’t hung out a lot yet, but we live on basically the same block. And they’re the most human contact I’ve had in ages. So, to extend my human contact to actually leaving the house for once except for work, I grew a pair. And now, four days later, I don’t think I’ve ever hated myself more than right now. I don’t like to admit it, but I’m scared shitless. If only I had an all knowing superhuman being watching over me to give me some advice, but ay, a girl can dream right?

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