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Posted: Feb 13 2018, 03:39 PM
margaret a. ulley
Margaret Ulley wasn’t sure that breaking the mold was a possibility--let alone that there was a mold in the first place. Truthfully, she did everything by the book and what was expected of her, no questions asked, and without being asked in the first place. She was someone who was counted on to be exactly what was expected, and nothing more or less. It was a rather uneventful life, but it was life nevertheless. She wasn’t going to complain, partially because she was stuck in her own bubble, disconnected from reality in many ways.
Her schedule had been practically clockwork for as long as she could remember: Maggie wasn’t particular one to deviate from the norm. Mondays through Fridays Maggie woke up early, showered, went to the coffee shop down the street from her school to finish up any last minute homework and enjoy a cup of coffee and scone for breakfast. Then there was school, which she had perfect attendance. Maggie Ulley was the captain of the academic decathalon team and a member of the model UN which took up much of her extra-curricular time. Then she would go home and weave around all the children that were always in her home (her mother ran a child care center out of the ground floor of their home and so there were frequently about a dozen children in her home from about seven in the morning until eight in the evening) and dash up the stairs, closing her bedroom door behind her. In her defense, her excuse was that she had a lot of studying to do--her perfect grade point average was not going to just earn itself after all.
In reality, Maggie’s mother couldn’t complain--she was an obedient child who ensured to be present for family dinner before trotting back up to her room to take care of various pieces of homework or study for upcoming exams and the like, finding herself promptly in bed by nine at night at the latest before repeating it all over again. She was predictable as it was expected of her, and no one could complain about her behavior that way.
On weekends where she wasn’t competing in academic decathalon or Model UN, Margaret didn’t have the same chance to escape the children that were in her house as much as she’d like, which caused her a great deal of stress, especially when her mother said she wasn’t doing anything anyway and could therefore give her a hand with them. She begrudgingly obliged, but found herself biting the inside of her cheek raw and squeezing her hands so tight that it felt like the tendons in her arms were going to snap. It didn’t matter how uncomfortable the situation made her, her mother expected her to help, so she had to.
Her one saving grace at home was when her father was home--he traveled quite a bit for work and so whenever he finally would be home, Margaret spent weekends out in the garage with him, working on his latest car projects. It was obviously too dangerous for the children to be around that, and despite her mother turning her nose up at it...she couldn’t really scold her daughter for wanting to spend time with her father. Garage time was a therapy for Maggie she didn’t know she needed.
Nothing made her feel as great as taking apart and putting things back together, causing her to constantly be covered in grease, small burns and cuts, and whatever else she could get herself into.
The minor injuries and calluses that had developed on her were enough for her father to take steps to teach her healing--at least in regards of taking care of herself whenever the time came, which Margaret found incredibly useful, otherwise her hands would be weathered with nicks, scars, and calluses that would put most everyone else’s to shame. Her father felt it made it easier for her mother this way--their perfect daughter couldn’t be tarnished in any way.
The amount of pressure this put Margaret under was overwhelming as her plight to meet her mother’s expectations was all consuming. The pressure of what she was to study in university was making her...edgy. Her mother wanted her to study medicine or nursing, especially since she did have some healing magic ability, but in truth Margaret had no interest in that, but she didn’t want to outwardly admit that...disappointing her mother was something she was sure her heart wouldn’t be able to take. Her father could see that her heart wasn’t in it as her mother discussed her future, no one could blame her. Her life had been planned to the minute and the fact that Margaret was meant to be moving into her own state of adulthood, but she wasn’t sure how she was meant to go about it...her mother had outlined everything...but...Margaret didn’t want any of that. She didn’t know how to express that either considering how she had never gone against her mother in her life...and yet…
”I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.”
That’s what her mother said to her when she found out that instead of studying nursing, Margaret Ulley had enrolled in mechanical engineering sciences. Her words crushed Margaret, literally feeling the tears running down her face as her first move as an adult was to go behind her mother’s back to pursue her passion...and the fact of the matter was she wasn’t crying because she was upset...oh no, she felt...relieved? Her mother was furious, but couldn’t change her mind.
Her next major disobedience? Deciding that after two years in the dorms that she would move into an apartment with a stranger, thank goodness for roommate matching. Her mother’s fury reached nuclear, but Margaret was an adult, she was trying to figure out how to be her own person, and if that meant she had to disappoint her mother along the way? Well...she’d make do.
sammi - mst - 23
Posted: Feb 13 2018, 07:52 PM
has Rep: 26 pts
Congratulations, your character has been accepted!
One of my favourite things about your characters, Sammi, is you always create this really rich, vibrant for how they turned out and you get this great feel for how even the smallest decision can have a massive impact on the character in the future- Margaret is no exception! I loved reading about her picture perfect childhood, but I think it's very important to see how her father's influence was ultimately what swayed her to start making decisions for herself and exploring the sort of person she should be, and I think that's not only interesting to read as she goes on, but even in the context of her life so far. It makes me legitimately very excited to see what choices Margaret will make in the future, especially now that she's already figured out what she might want from the world!