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x. good old days; #rasputin boys
Topic Started: Jul 6 2015, 08:23 PM (80 Views)
Paige Guthrie
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Date: July 1st
Time: 3:37 PM


Raising children was hard. Paige, while only twenty-five, had firsthand experience of that fact. When she was young, her father had died unexpectedly, and it fell on the shoulders of Paige and her older brother to help their mama around the farm—something that both of them did readily when they were called upon. Sam went to the mines to bring in some extra cash apart from the farm, but Paige? Paige was left to take care of her siblings, all the while juggling school and her studies. It wasn’t easy, particularly when some of them had still been in diapers.

The toddler stage had felt like the absolute worst. Lewis and Cissie were little terrors when they got to this point, Paige had to admit, even though she absolutely loved them. They were teenagers now. It was strange and somewhat amazing how quickly time seemed to pass, especially when you saw your loved one’s so seldom, wasn’t it? She wished that she could get home more often than she could, but she understood that something like that wasn’t always in the cards. Talking over the phone and via things like Skype helped, but sometimes, she got homesick. Who didn’t, though?

It was strange, but Paige sort of missed the days of helping raise her siblings. Maybe it was some sort of biological clock thing, or maybe it was because by the time her mother was around her age, she’d already had at least a few of the what feels like the ever-growing Guthrie clan. Maybe it was because so many of her contemporaries had children now—between Nate, Nuya, Greg, and Pearl. Maybe it was just sentimentality getting to her; Paige couldn’t exactly say anything of the sort for sure. Perhaps she was just being irrational. It was likely that last one.

Standing near the front door of the institute, Paige pushed her glasses further up onto the bridge of her nose and let out a sigh. Her hair blew gently in the wind; the summer breeze was nice, reminding her momentarily of the farm. The quiet helped, though it happened to be rare here at Xavier’s. With so many teenagers around, and so many actual children around, of course it was. It was never quiet when she was a student here, either—there was always someone doing something and preventing her from concentrating all too well, wasn’t there?

As she started down the front steps, her mind wandered, and certainly wouldn’t alert her to an approaching presence.
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