TW: Drugs, alcohol
Chapter 1- Molly Was Different
Molly Leanne Part 1 of 5
"She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn't something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water."
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Molly was different.
She'd always know that.
Her family was a family of mischief makers, of geniuses, of assholes and conniving little devils. Of rebels.
But Molly? Molly was a different kind of rebel.
She didn't do what her family wanted or expected. She never had.
As a child, she would always sneak away at the family gatherings and annual Sunday brunches to go to the shed and draw. She was never found, as no one was ever looking for her.
With a family as big as hers, plus the added family friends- an extra five families -she was just another head among the crowd.
So she'd sneak off with her sketchbook and pencils and draw. Usually she'd draw the landscapes around the Burrow; the lake, the field, the forrest, sometimes the Burrow itself.
As she grew older, she began drawing people instead; her little sister, her cousins, her friends- specifically one friend.
Lina Scammander.
Lina Scammander was absolutely gorgeous.
Her hair was a silvery white that fell in perfect curls down her back, and her eyes were a crystal blue.
She was a knock out. (Not that Molly noticed of course, because she didn't, not really)
Along with the change in what she drew, Molly would also sneak alcohol into the shed with her, and occasionally she'd bring some drugs too.
Molly was that kind of rebel.
The kind who smoked drank too much. The kind who played heavy metal music really loudly when she fought with her parents. The kind who made sarcastic remarks and snide comments as a defense mechanism. The kind who did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to.
The dangerous kind.
You see, Molly was dangerous, because she was unpredictable. You never knew if she was just joking about anything, because her snarky comments always held a serious undertone.
So, while her family may be rebels in the mischievous way, she was a different kind of rebel.
She was the dangerous, unpredictable, different rebel.
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