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chocolatepot: The Ugliest Thing

So sorry I haven't been keeping the community alive! But the show I was in is now over, and I have a lot more free time on my hands.

Title: My Alien
Suethor: StormShadow21

Name: Annabeth Hudson. Unless her last name is Hart.
Oh, What Gorgeous Hair!: I don't know, but it's supposed to be ugly.
Eyes Like...: Same as above.
Sue-type: Unattractive Sue
Of Course, She Owns...: Nothing, apparently.
I Didn't Know He Had a Sister/Cousin!: Amazingly enough, she isn't related to anyone.
She's From Where?: "Annabeth Sr.’s daughter was the ugliest item to spill from her body since she was thirteen years of age and had finally received God’s evil curse to females."
Whose Girlfriend is She, Anyway?: Spot's.
Rating: Two Years, because she was at least trying to not be a Sue.
Notes: My opinion of this story is that it's trying to do the same thing that I did in Heave Ho!, but is failing and managing to turn an Anti-Sue into a Sue. She's unattractive, flat-chested, and doesn't need a man--but she gets in trouble, talks back to Spot, and gets taken back to the Brooklyn Lodging House. It's just...trying too hard.

Excerpt(s): Annabeth Hudson was strident by nature I don't think that word means what you think it means. Strident: loud, harsh, grating or shrill; discordant; she never assorted herself under the class of beautiful or even mildly attractive in the eyes of the opposite sex, but at a young age she decided to pick up where her features abruptly ended (she had only one eye and half a nose) and not allow her unpleasant failures with boys interrupt her development as a woman. She knew in her heart she could be merry with or without a male attached to her arm; she felt that a man wouldn’t complete her even if she had a missing leg. This token of less extensive vanity came from Anne’s mother. Hitched and ditched at a young age, it was only natural for Annabeth the first to develop a cynical and downright bitter position on the male species, which would undoubtedly be passed on to her less vulnerable, more informed, more intelligent daughter who beared *snerk* the family name.

Annabeth Sr.’s daughter was the ugliest item to spill from her body since she was thirteen years of age and had finally received God’s evil curse to females. Not to misinterpret; Annabeth sincerely loved her offspring more than conceivably possible, in adjacent to the mental burn of hatred that coursed through her brittle veins for the man who deserted her. As fiery as Annabeth Sr. had once been, that was how sick she became as soon as Anne Jr. was old enough to work. Like her mother, little Anne became an unrenowned name, working in and around New York as a maid to families of greater worth than her own measly existence - in her opinion anyway. Anne didn’t like to criticize her limited wealth or the fact that she and her mom had to share a one-bedroom shanty, nor did she wish to feel envious of those who had their own room and, even more luxurious, their own bed. Anne loved what she did for a living. Sure, the pay was lacking, the opinions were less than complimentary, and she didn’t get breaks, but she did receive the nearly equal perk of meeting amazing people along the way. There was only so much school could teach a person; everything else was learned from an individual’s surrounding environment. It does itself, really.

Best Line: They were all acting like underpaid actors in a terrible play.

Mon, Jul. 10th, 2006 04:31 am (UTC)

Only four snide comments? Slacker. Didn't try very hard I guess. Fucker. You burn in hell.