little miss perfect

“Whoa! Whatcha’ doing down there?” Tramp questioned as soon as he noticed the young lady flailing about in the water. Leaning down to have a look through the broken plank, he added. “Give me a sec, I’ll try and get you out.” 

“Oh you know, going for a DIP.” Anastasia sarcastically responded, feet padding under her to keep afloat. There was no close ledge into the water to walk up through, so unless she became a super climber this guy was kinda her only hope. “Sounds good, I’ll just be here. Waiting.”

     Wendy blinked, taken aback by the other’s sudden bluntness. “About what, may I ask?” the brunette rose a brow, tilting her head slightly as she gazed up at the other from where she sat. “Unless, of course, you meant in general…in which case, you probably are right” she shrugged, folding her bookmark into her book carefully. 

“Anything? Everything? All the in between of it all.” Anastasia answered with a casual if not lazy shrug of her shoulders. “Sometimes too much,” Her thoughts drifted to her mother. “But rarely.” Then there were people like her step sister, different from all the rest. “Glad to know it’s a universal truth, I love being right.”

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       “Oh!” The air was knocked from his lungs as he ran into another person. His phone fell from his grip, landing face down on the sidewalk. “I’m sorry.” He bent down onto his haunches, reaching for his phone to check it. There was a thin line down the center of it, creating a spiderweb of fractures all across the screen. Sighing, he slide the phone into his pocket and stood back up to face the person he had run into. “Are you okay?” He asked, plastering a model smile across his lips, trying to replace the disappointment of his phone. 

“Mother--” For once it wasn’t a response to her own mother being the way she was, instead a curse cut short by Anastasia’s own lip. She’d been told off for using that particular curse enough times yet it still found it’s way to her lips at every bump in her path. Truthfully it was probably her own fault, she was known for being somewhat of a clutz more then once. “I am superb.” Was her instinctual response, petting her hair back into place from the slight mess it’d become from the bump (damn humidity). “But your phone looks like it was ran over by a mower and not dropped on a sidewalk.” She observed. “Looks shiny but made like crap.” Anastasia was familiar with the type, it was all she could afford most of the time. “You got money on you? I know a place that fixes this stuff real easy, then you could get a phone case that actually protects your phone.” A pause, realizing this was a stranger after all. “No offense?” 

“the universe is just out here giving like zero fucks.”

“it’s one thing to dislike your parents, it’s not like you have a choice. but if you dislike your kid, well, that’s sort of your fault.”