Vivian Laaning grew up on a large dairy farm in southwest Wisconsin. The farm chores she was required to do, was a major factor contributing to the development of her character, as a very industrious woman, with a take charge attitude, and completely sure of herself. Her personality, as such, became very pronounced after she reached puberty. Although she was as curious, and absolutely totally interested in sex as any heterosexual female, she found her male compeers uninspiring, and not worth her while to court their company. For that matter she did not find her female compeers interesting either.
It was not that she was nasty or overtly arrogant in her demeanor, when dealing with anyone she met for the first time. Actually she was always very polite. Instead, the way she acted towards someone she did not deem worthy, left a subtle but no doubt a clear impression in the mind of the other. The message was that she regarded him/her lower in status than a slug. She had developed an almost automatic response of rolling her eyes, and sighing exasperatingly at the foolish antics, or conversation of those she encountered. In other words, Vivian did not suffer fools gladly. This attitude on Vivian's part was not derived from any sense of absolute superiority. Rather as she was compelled to do so much multi-tasking in her daily life, she was disappointed when others were not so inclined. She just could not abide the inherent laziness of most of the persons she knew who were of her own age.
Vivian was tall and at six feet and one inch, she happened to be the tallest female (including the faculty) in her high school: the Arthur MacArthur High School. The school was located in the nearby town of Lydiaville, and was named after a short term (four days) 19th century governor of Wisconsin, who was the grandfather of the famous WW II general Douglas MacArthur.
As a teenager Vivian was not considered pretty by her peers. However she did have a strikingly dominant face which would appeal to some. And what was most startling about her appearance was the color of her hair; a vibrant, fiery copper red. Those seeing her, and not knowing any different, would assume she colored her hair to achieve this remarkable visage; but they would be wrong. Her hair color was exactly what nature had bestowed upon her, and it matched the color of her pubic hair as well. Her bold physical bearing tended to intimidate those unsure of themselves especially her female compeers. As a result no other girl would by chance approach her for the purpose of befriending her. Likewise, Vivian was not inspired enough to seek out a friend since none of the females in her school seemed interesting to her. Consequently Vivian was virtually friendless.
As for the males in the Arthur MacArthur High School, her demeanor was so off-putting and uninviting, that she was viewed as unapproachable. No male was even interested in engaging in casual conversation with her. For her own part, although definitely interested in the opposite sex and having sex with them, none of the boys at her school were appealing enough for her to make the effort of being friendly. As a result she never had a date during her first three years of high school.
In addition to her perceived unfriendliness and aloofness, Vivian was a top student always achieving the highest grades. There was no denying her superiority in academics amongst her fellow students, but this only added to her negative reputation. So despite possessing attributes that an indifferent person might laud, she became the most detested girl in school. In self defense against their own short comings, the other students in the school would constantly mock and bully her. One favorite method of belittling her was to taunt her by making fun of her height. Being a rather small high school, it just so happened that there was no other female student taller than 5'8" in the school. Thus this method of derision was the common procedure to ridicule her. It was a given in the minds of everyone at the school, that her height was a negative attribute.
Invariably she was greeted by the puerile question:
"Hey Vivian how's the weather up there?"
There were various permutations of such greetings such as:
"Is the air mighty thin up there?" or
"Careful of the low ceiling Vivian."
And such list was endless. Vivian developed a thick skin as retaliation was useless; given the malicious intent of her tormentors. If she chanced a witty rejoinder such as:
"Fine as the air is much better free from the ground dirt."
Such witticisms were ignored, as her tormentor would just snort and repeat the taunt, or continue jeering with further inane invectives. The taunting and bullying by her fellow students became progressively more vicious in each succeeding school year. To her credit Vivian never complained of the ill treatment by her fellow students to the teachers, but defiantly continued to refuse to cower to them.