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    Life: Altered 03.18 ~*~Tina/Cassandra

                “What?”  Tina asked, leaning in with a smile.



                “You can remake yourself into a
    vision of who you want to be, and like that vision for what it is, because it’s
    yours for the making.”

    ~*~*~*~*~*

                Elsewhere

                “Daisy…”  Cassandra said in a mildly threatening voice,
    and the Goth girl shot her a pair of dark green eyes.  Cass
    crossed her arms, Daisy did the same, Cass rolled her eyes, and Daisy did the same.  This was Daisy’s manner, if she was
    uncomfortable, this is what she did, copycat.



                “They took my guitar.  You know what I’m like when I can’t play.”  She said with a heated voice, and a sigh from
    Cassandra.  Daisy was pretending to be
    the problem child, and she knew that it pissed Cassandra off to no ends.

                “You skipped kitchens.  What was Shelby suppose to do, slap your wrist and send
    you off to play?”  She said, and Daisy
    sighed again, mimicking Cassandra.  They
    sat across from one another and then Daisy asked in a sweet voice.

                “What is she like, this woman
    of yours?  I saw Shelby
    moving her around campus, but of course,
    she didn’t introduce us.  Tell me?”  Daisy asked and
    Cass
    narrowed her eyes, staring at the young teen that
    seemed to know everything about someone the instant she met them.

                “Her name is Tina.  She’s
    nice; I think you might actually like her.” 
    Cass
    said, with hope in her voice.
                “Nice, you fell in love with
    nice?  Why not wonderful?  Why do you think I’d like her?”  Daisy stated and Cassandra stood up, and
    Daisy did too.  “Ok, I’m being a brat.”  She admitted and Cassandra crossed her arms
    again, Daisy didn’t mimic her this time, she was being serious.  She could tell that her mood had changed.

                “You asked for a weekend pass,
    where do you want to go and with whom?”  Cassandra
    asked and Daisy smiled, the smile looking alien on the young woman, and she
    said in her always off the wall voice.

                “LA, with you.  I thought I needed to get to know this Tina person.” 
    She stated, and
    Cass
    made a face,

                “No.”  Cassandra stated, and Daisy made the same
    face, they were back to that game, were they? 
    Cass
    stood her ground, blinking and unforgiving
    as she stared her down.

                “Why not?  I’ve gone with you before, you scared I’ll
    revert to my gothic ways?  I always
    behave when I’m with you.”  Cassandra
    sighed,

                “I’m going to LA to meet Tina‘s friends, and they want to meet me.  I guess I’m going.”  Cassandra said with heavy trepidation,
    feeling very out of sorts going to LA to meet ‘the gang’ as
    Tina
    put it.

                “Please?”  Daisy begged and before Cass could say anything, Tina said from behind her.

     

                “Bring her along Cass; I’d love to get to know her.  Hi Daisy, I’m Tina.” 
    Daisy’s eyes lit up, licking her lips and moving with a cat like grace
    over to
    Tina
    , extending a hand.

                “Charmed.”  She said and Tina chuckled, this one was going to be a
    handful.  She new it instantly and
    Cass
    groaned, rubbing her eyes.

                “Oh boy.”  Cass said, slapping her forehead.

    Comments

    1. what a way to wind down, a lot of espresso, some JMG stories and nice cold weather. lovin Ro, how fucking hot is a latina packing a gun?? gotta love it!!!

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