Sophie Frost (outgrewthenest) wrote in pup_prompts, @ 2008-03-26 22:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt 1, sophie cuckoo |
Pup: Sophie Cuckoo, assorted family members (UTR-verse)
Writer: Mandy
Warnings: None.
Sophie did a good job of keeping her spirits high. School was a lot different, with her being separated from the Cuckoos. It always felt so incredibly obvious and awkward, with her sitting on the other side of the room and wearing different clothes. Most of her classes were very uncomfortable. She was looking forward to next term, when she could make sure to enroll for classes that Mindee, Phoebe, Esme and Celeste weren't in. She could've asked her mom to change her class schedule mid-term, but she didn't want to make a big deal of things. And she didn't want people to think that Emma treated her daughters differently than her other pupils. It was just better if Sophie toughed it out. It was only a few more months, she told herself.
She had made some new friends at school, and she enjoyed talking with different people a lot. Her interaction with people now was so much different than it used to be. It was weird, but fun. She loved Rose, and was very happy to have her as a friend. She was also grateful for the kindness that had led Naruto and Jade to extend their friendship to the ex-Stepford. She was constantly smiling, and nearly always seemed perky when she was around her friends.
At home, too, she seemed very happy, most of the time. Maybe just to show the other Cuckoos that her life wasn't over. She didn't want them all to split apart into individuals, necessarily, but she wanted them to stop being so afraid of being separated. If they were less afraid, they wouldn't have made the stupid decision of keeping Esme.
The girls ignored her most of the time, snubbing her when they could. If Sophie came into a room, Esme or Phoebe sometimes made a snide comment before they all left. Mostly it was just the glances and the psychic coldness. She tried not to let it get to her, and for the most part, she succeeded.
Some nights, though, she felt the loneliness more than usual. Sometimes it felt like her world really had shifted, and the scorn that her sister's gave her felt to be of immeasurable significance. She didn't know what to do, in those times. She wasn't the sort of person to sit in her room and cry, and she'd never really learned ways to cope with those feelings. There had always been an innate acceptance and supportiveness between the Cuckoos, and they'd never had to worry over rejection or isolation.
It was getting late. Sophie probed gently into the psychic surroundings, just getting a sense of where all of the minds were, being careful not to pry. Mr. Logan was out of the house, probably spending the time with one of his old friends. No one was asleep yet, though many had retired to their own rooms. Sophie walked up the stairs and down the hallway to Emma's room, reaching out mentally for a more gentle 'knock.'
Emma was reading in bed, and had no objections to Sophie's entrance. The girl looked unhappy, which wasn't normal for her. Sophie crossed the room and crawled onto the bed, lying down next to her mother. No words were said, aloud or otherwise, but Emma understood. The Cuckoos covered their tracks well, and Sophie's everyday mood did not indicate that anything was out of place, but Emma understood. She stroked Sophie's blonde hair, considering the best course of action. Sophie gave a soft sigh and Emma echoed it. What a mess.