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brat_inslayagePulling her Ferrari back into a parking spot in the causeway garage, Kennedy reflected that she had no idea what had gotten into her that she'd decided to head out to the mainland and find an Easter mass this morning, but far be it from her to ignore an impulse that struck her as hard as that one had.
Easter mass had been an awkward family affair since she was seven, the first time they'd celebrated it since Constance had taken her aside in the hallways at school and told her what exactly she was. It hadn't been Constance's fault-- as Kennedy had strenuously argued-- that she'd blurted out her little 'epiphany' in the middle of the service but, well, take a seven-year-old who's only recently learned all about vampires and make her sit through a re-enactment of the Easter story (yes, the details about it being daylight had escaped her) and when that seven-year-old is Kennedy, there's no possible way that ends well.
Mom had left about two years later; when Dad remarried, he never told his new wife about the Easter incident, or the scrambling to explain away some of the strange questions Kennedy asked her teachers, although there was only so much he could do to keep his daughter's, um, quirks on the understated side when Kennedy never bothered to hide them herself... and anything her stepmom couldn't piece together on her own, she pried out of other people. She was good at that.
Things had always been strained between Kennedy and her stepmother, though if she really thought about it she hadn't ever done much to fix things there, had she? Dad... he was getting over the last of his hangups about the person she was, but she kept giving him a hard time. Mom had tried in her own uncertain way to convey the message that she was cool with Kennedy being Kennedy, a message she'd taken a while to decipher. And Jañe, poor kid, was caught trying to make up her own mind about the half-sister she so rarely saw but heard a lot about from her mother.
And maybe she should fix that, Kennedy thought as she climbed out of the car, made her way out of the garage, and leaned against a section of the causeway wall to look out over the water. Dad and Jañe would be here next weekend, and she'd be-- god-- done with high school. Thinking of Dru having nowhere to go for the holidays, how happy Tara had been to have her mother visit that weekend, helping Sookie pack up her cousin's apartment, how much worse Warren had it back home than she did, Arella's sacrifice for Raven's sake...
She was damn lucky to have the family she did, and they weren't a new pair of boots or a television set she could upgrade in six months or so when a fancier one came out; maybe she shouldn't take them for granted so much any more.
Easter was all about new beginnings and all that. Couldn't hurt considering one now.
[[lj-cut and personal-journal'd for possibly irreverent easter-related backstory and then a surprising amount of introspection, because nobody should let me think of things in line at the grocery store. open if you're at the other end of the causeway for some reason, why not?]]
Easter mass had been an awkward family affair since she was seven, the first time they'd celebrated it since Constance had taken her aside in the hallways at school and told her what exactly she was. It hadn't been Constance's fault-- as Kennedy had strenuously argued-- that she'd blurted out her little 'epiphany' in the middle of the service but, well, take a seven-year-old who's only recently learned all about vampires and make her sit through a re-enactment of the Easter story (yes, the details about it being daylight had escaped her) and when that seven-year-old is Kennedy, there's no possible way that ends well.
Mom had left about two years later; when Dad remarried, he never told his new wife about the Easter incident, or the scrambling to explain away some of the strange questions Kennedy asked her teachers, although there was only so much he could do to keep his daughter's, um, quirks on the understated side when Kennedy never bothered to hide them herself... and anything her stepmom couldn't piece together on her own, she pried out of other people. She was good at that.
Things had always been strained between Kennedy and her stepmother, though if she really thought about it she hadn't ever done much to fix things there, had she? Dad... he was getting over the last of his hangups about the person she was, but she kept giving him a hard time. Mom had tried in her own uncertain way to convey the message that she was cool with Kennedy being Kennedy, a message she'd taken a while to decipher. And Jañe, poor kid, was caught trying to make up her own mind about the half-sister she so rarely saw but heard a lot about from her mother.
And maybe she should fix that, Kennedy thought as she climbed out of the car, made her way out of the garage, and leaned against a section of the causeway wall to look out over the water. Dad and Jañe would be here next weekend, and she'd be-- god-- done with high school. Thinking of Dru having nowhere to go for the holidays, how happy Tara had been to have her mother visit that weekend, helping Sookie pack up her cousin's apartment, how much worse Warren had it back home than she did, Arella's sacrifice for Raven's sake...
She was damn lucky to have the family she did, and they weren't a new pair of boots or a television set she could upgrade in six months or so when a fancier one came out; maybe she shouldn't take them for granted so much any more.
Easter was all about new beginnings and all that. Couldn't hurt considering one now.
[[lj-cut and personal-journal'd for possibly irreverent easter-related backstory and then a surprising amount of introspection, because nobody should let me think of things in line at the grocery store. open if you're at the other end of the causeway for some reason, why not?]]