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theatrical_muse 263: Worst. Present. Ever.
Jan. 8th, 2009 02:11 pmHarley at seventeen had been an oddball in her family. She dyed her hair blonde; when she could get away with it she wouldn’t eat kosher. She didn’t do a lot of things that her parents constantly told her a good Jewish girl her age should. She also thought listening to her German grandparents go on and on and on and on and on and on and on was so very depressing. And not worth her time.
Though Chanukah wasn’t the gift giving holiday that Christmas was she still had high expectations. (Harley had also decided she liked Christmas better. Brighter, cheerier, more colors and they decorated trees!) Those expectations were trashed though when she opened what was obviously going to be the first of eight pointless and miserable gifts.
She grimaced and held the book at arm’s length like she didn’t quite understand how it had even gotten in the package in the first place. “A Holocaust book, Mame?” she asked, looking up at her mother who was smiling in that way she had.
“It’s a part of your past, you know. Read it, it won’t be as bad as you think.”
“Do I have to?” Harley whined.
“Yes, damnit!” her Father’s voice called out from the kitchen.
“Awwwwww,” this was going to suck so hard.
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Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 217
Though Chanukah wasn’t the gift giving holiday that Christmas was she still had high expectations. (Harley had also decided she liked Christmas better. Brighter, cheerier, more colors and they decorated trees!) Those expectations were trashed though when she opened what was obviously going to be the first of eight pointless and miserable gifts.
She grimaced and held the book at arm’s length like she didn’t quite understand how it had even gotten in the package in the first place. “A Holocaust book, Mame?” she asked, looking up at her mother who was smiling in that way she had.
“It’s a part of your past, you know. Read it, it won’t be as bad as you think.”
“Do I have to?” Harley whined.
“Yes, damnit!” her Father’s voice called out from the kitchen.
“Awwwwww,” this was going to suck so hard.
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Muse: Harley Quinn
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 217
