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    Life: Altered 03.05 ~*~ Hide

         Dana
    was sitting on one of the benches, staring at the tennis court that was in
    front of her. She could hear the cheers, the whoops, and the hollers in her
    mind.  Cheering for her in her own head
    and she rubbed her weary eyes.  She was
    so doubtful lately; she doubted her ability to play, her judgment, everything. 

                Her conversation or lack there
    of with Alice
    was still fresh mind.  She’d never known Alice
    to be anything but supportive, that was why this sudden betrayal stung her so
    hard.  Alice
    had been her rock for so long, that she didn’t quite know what to do without
    her.  No one could take her place; no one
    could fill her shoes. 

                Alice
    was her confidante she was her sounding board, her true ally.  So why was Alice
    bulking on her, making her have these irrational doubts about her relationship
    with Tonya?

                Because you know Alice, her hair brain schemes are always getting her foot
    inserted into her mouth. 
    The
    voice in her mind told her and she questioned that voice, but that voice, was
    almost always right.

                Almost.

                Like the time she and the others checked out Lara Perkins, your beloved soup chef, that was a hair brained…

                “It wasn’t hair brained, it
    was sweet and it was Bette’s idea.”  She
    said aloud and a voice from under her said with amusement.

                “Are you talking to yourself
    again Dana Fairbanks?”  Dana jumped,
    almost falling over one of the seats; she looked around, and lost her balance,
    landing hard on her *****.  She let out a
    surprised yell and tried to stand, getting tangled up in her feet and falling
    forward this time.  She felt like a bad
    version of Jack Tripper.  She
    saw a pair of feet coming towards her running up the metal stairs.  Clad in white, and Dana
    opened her eyes, trying to block out the sun with her extended hand.  She saw the outline of her mystery voice
    against the blazing sun.

                “Are you ok?  I can kiss it and make it all better?”  The voice said, and Dana
    sat up, still unable to see who was there, then the figure sat down next to
    her, and touched the spot on her forehead that she’s twapped and said in a
    sweet voice.

                “Oh Dana,
    I didn’t mean to scare you.  Are you all
    right?”

                “  Oh.”  Dana
    said staring opened mouthed at her would-be heart attack giver.  Dana reached
    out, brushing away a strand of her hair from her face, thinking that if she
    touched her again, she’d fall in love.

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    Comments

    1. “Expect the unexpected & then expect something different.” So that means you will get rid of Candyass but then maybe you won’t but you will? I’ve read enough of your stories before to know that there will be a very, very long ride with very, very little predictability. I can only imagine what you are going to come up with to explain how Tonya knows Quinn. Looking forward to the next post, I think.

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