posy vanburen // d2. fin.

Posy.

A name as delicate as a flower, but a girl who is as sharp as its thorns.

A girl who ignites with just one strike of a match and who's fire is not easy to quench. The flames burn deep within her, but if you look close enough you can see them burning in her eyes. Small in stature, but as mighty as a lioness. Her roar is most certainly as strong as her bite and sometimes she would be heard when instead she would have been listening.

The four of them sit around the dinner table, each one as blonde as the next. Silverware clanks against the glass dishes and echoes around the room. Small talk at dinner was not something the family practiced, but the silence was deafening so she finally decide to break it. Her eyes lock directly with Penny and she smiled so sweet it was sickening. "The others don't want to play with you anymore. They're tired of the fact that you can't keep up." The scraping of forks stop and Mother clucks her tongue. "Posy! You can't just say things like that." She shrugged her shoulders so high they almost reach your ears. "So what? It's the truth. She was going to find out sooner or later." She has learned that no matter when you pull the band aid off it hurts just as bad. The truth always comes out, and she likes to be the one who delivers it. Mother's eyes narrowed and she knew she was in for a stern yell later.

But Posy Vanburen was not scared of consequences.

Rules were made to be broken.