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[08 Apr 2009|07:10pm] |
Mirela "Meg" Patrescu was a bouncing baby girl. To hear her mother tell it, she came out of the womb cursing and she hasn't stopped since. But it wasn't just the cursing that didn't stop, her parents were amazed at how fast her mouth moved and they were even more shocked from some of the things that came out of it. Even from an early age, Meg (as she insisted on being called) would come home from school with some wild tale about getting into a tiff with some older girls at school over her favorite Barbie dolls, a fight ensuing and then how her teacher sat her in front of the entire class all day and had her recite the alphabet backwards over and over and over again. Of course, her parents were never really sure if what she was filling their ears with was full of truth or if she was flat out lying to them, but they didn't mind too much either way. Mostly, they would clutch her to their bosom and pat her on the back, telling her to keep up the good imagination because it was a terrible thing to waste. But in reality, Meg knew that most of the reason that her parents didn't give two shits about her rowdy behavior was because they had already gone through similar ordeals with her older brother, Nicky.
The Patrescu family hailed from Romania. To make a very long story short, Felix and Ileana were from Romania but one way or another they left the country and ended up in the states, Philadelphia to be exact, and after Ileana's family took in Felix and his two brothers, they somehow fell in love and the rest was pretty much history. After Nicky was a couple years old, Felix and Ileana were blessed with another child, one that was so much like they're baby boy that they had no idea what they'd be getting into. As young children, Nicky and Meg were inseparable. You wouldn't find one without the other, and when you did find them they'd too often be doing something mischievous and completely wrong, but the way Meg saw it, if Nicky was doing it she was going to be doing it too and there was no stopping her. But as often happens with little kids, Nicky and Meg would play nice for about two days before they'd be at each others throats, ready to kill each other at the drop of a hat. But regardless of the small fights they would have, and regardless of how many times they'd tie one another up and pretend they were burning witches at the stake, or how many times they'd have full on nerf gun wars complete with bows, arrows, balls, lasers, water, the occasional pellet and everything else you can think of that could possibly cause trauma and/or bruising when shot toward someone at an alarmingly fast speed, they were closer than most siblings even thought about being, and Nicky had always been the one person that Meg looked up to most.
As she got older and grew into a young lady, not a whole lot changed as far as her attitude or her outlook on life. She was still feisty and loud and she never hesitated to make her opinions and thoughts known and she never feared showing who she really was, which was something that everyone of the Patrescus were proud of. And although she was a lot like her family, and very similar to her brother, she often found that she simply had the urge to make her own way, to break away from the routine that her parents followed day after day. Sure, she was proud of her heritage and proud of the fact that Uncle Dragomir always told her that he and her dad had escaped from an evil war lord and had swindled their way through traps and set ups and this and that, most of which Meg was almost certain was a load of bullshit, though at times she was awful suspicious when Uncle Dragomir let something slip about how he and Felix were spies for the army and they were on some top secret mission, but even then Meg was fairly sure that it was just the G and T talking.
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