Decided to try something with my OC,Alabama.
It explains her views on her (lacking) relations with her father.
It's a one-shot,but holler out if you wanna now what has happened to them.
I never gave it much thought as a territory,how I would end up. I always thought I would stay under Spain's rule,stay the same,physically,mentally,emotionally. ...
We all expect that,don't we?
We expect,time to just freeze,on that one spot in our lives. One filled with happiness and content,laughter and smiles,peace and tranquility...
But the universe doesn't role like that.
As the Earth turns on it's axis,and the sun and moon seem to move from place to place,it is one thing that keeps the world spinning...
Time.
It needs to keep going, time.
Without time nothing would be here.
No crops,because they wouldn't grow over TIME.
Rainstorms because it takes TIME for them to form
Day or night would not exist because they each come at different TIMES.
So,in retrospect,time is everything... So,why does it work on everything but me?
Let me explain.
I am Vivian Camilla (Jones,only for international reasons.)Vivi for short.I am the 22nd state of America,the heart of Dixie. Yes,I am the somwewhat forgotten state of Alabama.
And ever since 1819,the year I was recognized,I have been waiting,or giving up on time.
I have been waiting to grow stronger.
Waiting on my crops to grow.
Waiting on the civil war to end.
Waiting on the hate crimes to cease afterwards.
Waiting out the Civil Rights movement.
Waiting on the pain to stop after everybody ganged up on me after that claiming 'I was the bad one.' I'm not bad.
Other places,they were worse,I was just televised.
Waiting on the oil spill to stop polluting my beaches and wreaking my fishin buisness.
Waiting for the help of England.
But most of all?
I have been waiting on my Father.
Pappy,Pa,Papa,Paw,Dada,Daddy,Dad,whatever you want to call him. America seems to fit.
Why wait? you ask,on the man who raised you,helped you,fed you,clothed you?
Well...he abandoned me and my brethren after the War...no not the WW...the Civil war. And I have never heard from him again. I have heard from his boss,of corse,but not...him. So I do what any other simple minded child would do when a parent has left.
I wait.
I wait for his call,text,letter,e-mail,visit,ect.
Now realizing it,all of the other Confederate states gave up on him...so why don't I?Why don't I just go on with life?
Ya see...it's a habit.
That's right,a habit.
Now,as a chitlin',I would always wait on him at the door at the begginin'.He would walk in,smile,laugh and ruffle my hair,and sit down in his favorite chair in my house grab his drink,put on his song,and we would talk.
Now?
I sit in his chair.
I drink his drink.
I play his song...not because I'm a stalker like Belarus,and is hopelessly in love with him.
Ee-nope.
Just a habit.
A habit Im'ma bout' to knock the hell out.
See,I ain't got no more time for that fool.I wasted it all up.
So from this moment on,I shall be a bastard.
An orphan.
A lone wolf.
Because,when it comes to time with me...you either deserve it or you don't. Either save it or waste it. Rush or slow it.
And I just can't do any of that.
Because my time...my time belonged to that of a memory.
One that has screwed me over many a time.
Sooooo...it's...meh?
It's true though..she isn't in love with him...she just loves the memories she had of him.