But Rachel hadn’t been equipped for these things, would never be equipped for school or manners or piano. She fought back, challenged her foster-mother’s authority at every turn, and when she was punished for this, she fought back twice as hard.
Yeah, that sounds more like the Rachel we know.
She might have gone insane if it wasn’t for Rollo.
Ooh, Rollo… first dog, right? I seem to recall Rollo being brought up before. Blog search isn’t helping, though.
She’d stumbled onto the mangy, hostile puppy in an alley between her after-school classes and home. After earning his trust with scraps of her lunch over the course of days and weeks, she brought him home and chained him up at the very back of the expansive backyard, out of sight of the house.
Nice! 😀
She had stayed quiet when her foster-mother complained about the neighbor dog’s barking, feeling a confused mixture of smugness and terror every time it came up.
Hehe. Sure! Those damn neighbors, am I right?
Her lunch money went towards buying the dog scraps of food, guessing at what he needed, and this sacrifice of her lunches coupled with the frequent lack of dinner left her getting headaches and her stomach growling constantly during school.
Ah shit. I’m all for you taking care of the doggo, but you gotta take care of yourself too.
She would wake up at four in the morning to visit him and play with him, and the lack of sleep left her so tired she would drift asleep in the middle of class.
Yeeah, no lunch and little sleep isn’t a good combination for education. Which… I guess she would end up having to catch up on through the after-school make-up classes? Which may or may not cause her foster mother to find out.
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