Post by Eleanor Clarissa Fox on Jul 20, 2012 13:32:10 GMT -7
eleanor c. fox
TWENTY-THREE. FEMALE. WEREWOLF. HETERO.
The Fox family is old money. Or as old as old can be in California, at least. My father always told me the first Foxes came in the wagon trains before the gold rush and owned a small parcel of land for logging in the mountains. They didn't find their wealth until they found the gold, and luckily the first Mr. Fox was shrewd enough to know how to keep it. The family doesn't dig for gold anymore, or log. At some point they changed to ranching, and mercantile, and general investments. My own father made his contribution to the family hoard by a series of investments in small technological companies in Silicon Valley.
I am not sure whether my mother came from money, like my father did. Not many people have much wealth in Dorrington besides my father, and the De Lucas. To be perfectly honest, I do not know much about my mother. I know she was quiet with wide dark eyes, and I know my parents were married after a whirlwind two-week courtship and that she left him five years later. I was too young when she left, about three, to remember her at all, and my father got rid of all the pictures that had her in the frame. My father was always tight-lipped on the subject, though he was always quick to assure me that my mother adored me, she simply was not ready to be married. Whatever that means.
I was born in Dorrington, but I never lived there for more than a week out of any given year. Father didn't like the local schools, he didn't think they would prepare me adequately for the world, so he sent me away to school. They were only ever the best for his little girl. Breaks from school were never spent at home, because father preferred to go to exotic locales for vacation. The summer after third grade was Paris, the summer after sixth Hawaii, to name a few. I went to college for a degree in political science, to please father, and a minor in psychology, to please myself. I was on the debate team, I had an internship at a law firm, the path to law school was laid out in front of me. From there I know father hoped I would go into politics. He always said I had the brains for it.
Plans change.
For the past year my father was.. ill. He insisted that I finish my studies, so I did, and then came straight home. I stayed there for his final few months, nursing him, keeping him company, cracking jokes about the medical staff that fluttered about him like so many mosquitos. He finally passed around three months ago, leaving the family ranches and wealth to me. We don't make much money from cattle anymore, I think the family just kept them for nostalgia. Before he passed, father begged me to leave town, wheezing that it wasn't a safe place, that there were things I didn't know, shouldn't know. In the final few days he started calling me a different name. My mothers. Kept telling me not to worry, he would keep me safe, keep our daughter safe, safe from my family. From the De Lucas.
I am going to go to law school, and maybe I will go into politics and change the world. I am a Fox, and I will make father proud. But before that, I want to figure out who my mother was, and why I needed to stay away from her and her family. After all, they are part of me. I have a right to know. Besides, I know how to protect myself. How bad can they be?
I am not sure whether my mother came from money, like my father did. Not many people have much wealth in Dorrington besides my father, and the De Lucas. To be perfectly honest, I do not know much about my mother. I know she was quiet with wide dark eyes, and I know my parents were married after a whirlwind two-week courtship and that she left him five years later. I was too young when she left, about three, to remember her at all, and my father got rid of all the pictures that had her in the frame. My father was always tight-lipped on the subject, though he was always quick to assure me that my mother adored me, she simply was not ready to be married. Whatever that means.
I was born in Dorrington, but I never lived there for more than a week out of any given year. Father didn't like the local schools, he didn't think they would prepare me adequately for the world, so he sent me away to school. They were only ever the best for his little girl. Breaks from school were never spent at home, because father preferred to go to exotic locales for vacation. The summer after third grade was Paris, the summer after sixth Hawaii, to name a few. I went to college for a degree in political science, to please father, and a minor in psychology, to please myself. I was on the debate team, I had an internship at a law firm, the path to law school was laid out in front of me. From there I know father hoped I would go into politics. He always said I had the brains for it.
Plans change.
For the past year my father was.. ill. He insisted that I finish my studies, so I did, and then came straight home. I stayed there for his final few months, nursing him, keeping him company, cracking jokes about the medical staff that fluttered about him like so many mosquitos. He finally passed around three months ago, leaving the family ranches and wealth to me. We don't make much money from cattle anymore, I think the family just kept them for nostalgia. Before he passed, father begged me to leave town, wheezing that it wasn't a safe place, that there were things I didn't know, shouldn't know. In the final few days he started calling me a different name. My mothers. Kept telling me not to worry, he would keep me safe, keep our daughter safe, safe from my family. From the De Lucas.
I am going to go to law school, and maybe I will go into politics and change the world. I am a Fox, and I will make father proud. But before that, I want to figure out who my mother was, and why I needed to stay away from her and her family. After all, they are part of me. I have a right to know. Besides, I know how to protect myself. How bad can they be?
WISHER - ADMIN EDIT - EMMY ROSSUM.
