“News flash, Scot, hunters are the most redneck Americans you’re gonna find. We are the beer drinking, shot gun loving, maniacs the whole world has come to stereotype us as, and we couldn’t be happier!” Says the girl who’s father was pretty much the spitting image of what white-midwest-america was all about.
But the comment about not going to school, that actually made the huntress lose a bit of her smile. “He seriously pulled you out of school? I’m all for hunting and family business sort of stuff, but the idea of doing that to your kid just puts a bad taste in my mouth, y’know?
I may have been helping my dad with research since I stepped foot in the Salvage yard, but I was always told my real life, the one everyone else around me saw, was the most important. He let me decide, and he made sure I had as close to a normal upbringing as I could get. Though, I didn’t go to school dances, or football games or any of that shit–”
Which was true. Griffon had a more normal upbringing than some of the other lineage hunters, but by most people’s standards of normal? She was far from it. Still the freak at school, still the outsider, the loner. But it was normal. Healthy.
“You say you’re not american, but I swear the words that just came out of your mouth sound like you’re referencing an episode of Spongebob Squarepants.”
‘ Newsflash, redneck,’ Alice starts in a teasing tone. ‘ ‘m Irish, not a Scot. We’re different in every way, shape, an’ form. Don’ confuse tha’ ever again, ‘specially in front o’ a Scot, got tha’ ? ‘ll let it slide the once, but confuse tha’ again, doll face, an’ I won’ let it go. ‘
‘ An’ as far as the schoolin’ thing goes, I never even attended school in the first place. So, I don’ feel like I missed out on anythin’ . Besides, most kids are stupid as feck, an’ I can’ stand the majority o’ the ‘uman population. In the end, stayin’ far away from any government buildin’ tha’ stuffs kids with teachers tha’ aren’t paid jack shite an’ tha’ ‘ate their lives t’ an unhealthy point was the best choice fer me. ‘
T here might have been a small part of her that views her opinion differently. A small, regretful desire to have at least experienced one year in what the vast majority of the human race would have viewed as ‘normal’. Maybe Alice could’ve broken away from this life and done better for herself. Though, she doesn’t dare dwell on such ludicrous thoughts anyways. Especially in front of an individual she’s yet to get a full opinion of.
E yebrow raises, with head tilting to the side in mild confusion. It’s clear as day to anyone that Alice has never watched any cartoons in her life. ‘ Wha’ the feck is Spongebob Squarepants? Is tha’ some American bullshite? Or is tha’ a code word or somethin’? ‘
