Family? Let's just say that we put the fun in dysfunctional. My mother is a blue blood, stick up her ass, conservative old money minus the money. My father was a nouveau riche that had money even if it was second generation and from less than honest means. It was a match made in heaven. Mom got the money she wanted and dad got the conservative respectable wife he wanted.
Life was beautiful and they had a lovely little girl. She was their princess and hope for the future until said girl turned six and got struck by lightning. Then the electrical manipulating freak that couldn't have human contact came into their lives. Oh they whispered it, but the meaning was the same. Poor little girl wasn't a princess anymore. Three nannies and two gardeners later, my parents made a hefty bribe donation to Lydia Thorpe's Academy. They tucked their problem away in a boarding school with a clear conscience that they were giving me a normal life.
I have since developed a great talent for pushing buttons. Especially theirs. Family gatherings are entertaining... at least for me. It was the best after I had the L.I.S.A. implant put into my body that regulates me, letting me be normal. They thought they had their princess back until I showed them all the clippings of my 'jobs'. The look on their faces... priceless. Their princess had become a highly paid, top of her line, catburglar. Not quite the Mayflower Scandal of being a Madame, but it was close.
Family. The best way to hone your skills of being a smart ass and pushing the buttons to get the best reactions.
Muse: Gwen Raiden Fandom: Angel the Series Word count: 279