Sylvia's Life Story

I was actually proud of the work I did today. I thought I got into character, and whenever Nicole started peeking through, Sylvia's disorder told the bad girl to go away. Here is my character's life story;

Hi, my name's Sylvia Craw. Sylvia's 42. No 52, but don't tell anyone. Sylvia refers to herself as Sylvia, never as I or she or her. Sylvia's favorite color is purple and Sylvia loves Sylvia's purple feathered hat more than anything. Sylvia has three children with Sylvia's ex husband, Greg. The kids are Lulu, Gaga, and Peggy. 3 beautiful girls.

But the state is making Sylvia take a fucking parenting class. Now, now Sylvia, don't cuss. It's not proper.

That state says Sylvia's an alcoholic. Sylvia's file says she has some sort of disorder. It says Sylvia's used to be a prostitute who had some sort of tragic accident. But, of course, Sylvia would never stoop that low. Sylvia frowns upon those sorts of things.

Sylvia loves the republican party and all of its ideals.

Sylvia hated that awful parenting class today. There was only one person Sylvia liked in there, that pretty young girl in the red shirt. The 21 year old. Everyone else was classless.

Sylvia likes horse races and tea parties and art exhibits.

Sylvia did not like prison nor did she like that bright white mental hospital she lived in.