Tiana returned home, very depressed. She didn't want to tell her mother she was fired from her job, but she would have to explain it eventually. This 'Snow White' had ruined her life, and she was very upset.
Why? Why does she hate me? What could she gain from getting me fired?
After walking near home, she saw someone in the street. She walked closer, trying to see who it was. It was Snow White.
"What are you doing out on the street?" Tiana asked.
"Why do I need to answer that?" Snow White replied.
"Just answer me."
"Quit it. I don't have to answer anything you say."
Tiana stared for a second.
Wow, young teenagers these days ARE rebellious. If that's how old she is..
"How old are you?" Tiana asked her.
"14. Why does it matter?"
"Because you're hiding some thing behind your back."
"I'm not hiding anything."
"Prove it."
Snow White flinched for a second.
"Come on, show me." Tiana told her.
Snow White tried to run away. Tiana grabbed her, and tried to see what she was holding. She was shocked at what she saw.
"You're.. You're drinking? It's illegal, how'd you get this?"
"I have nothing else to drink, so, this is all I've got."
"Do, do you want to stop by where I live? I'll get you something to drink."
"It's fine, I'll just drink the rest of this."
"It's illegal."
"Fine, I'll go get water from the river a couple miles down."
"Fine, if you don't want water then don't take it."
"Bye."
"Oh, why do you hate me?"
But Snow White just kept walking.
Snow White then returned home, and she sat down. She sighed. She was extremely stressed. Her parents had threatened to put her up for adoption if she doesn't get straight A's and B's this term in school. She decided she would calculate up all of her grades.
She checked all of them. An A, another A, a B, another A, a B, another B, and an A. She was relieved. She was in the clear.
Then she remembered, she forgot one class. She calculated up the grade. She did the math to find out where it ranked on a scale of 1 to 100. She was calculating up the results. She then realized it began with a 6. Her hand shook, and then she shoved the paper and pencil off of the desk she was sitting at. Her eyes filled up with tears. That's it, she was going to be given up for adoption.
To Be Continued..
Why? Why does she hate me? What could she gain from getting me fired?
After walking near home, she saw someone in the street. She walked closer, trying to see who it was. It was Snow White.
"What are you doing out on the street?" Tiana asked.
"Why do I need to answer that?" Snow White replied.
"Just answer me."
"Quit it. I don't have to answer anything you say."
Tiana stared for a second.
Wow, young teenagers these days ARE rebellious. If that's how old she is..
"How old are you?" Tiana asked her.
"14. Why does it matter?"
"Because you're hiding some thing behind your back."
"I'm not hiding anything."
"Prove it."
Snow White flinched for a second.
"Come on, show me." Tiana told her.
Snow White tried to run away. Tiana grabbed her, and tried to see what she was holding. She was shocked at what she saw.
"You're.. You're drinking? It's illegal, how'd you get this?"
"I have nothing else to drink, so, this is all I've got."
"Do, do you want to stop by where I live? I'll get you something to drink."
"It's fine, I'll just drink the rest of this."
"It's illegal."
"Fine, I'll go get water from the river a couple miles down."
"Fine, if you don't want water then don't take it."
"Bye."
"Oh, why do you hate me?"
But Snow White just kept walking.
Snow White then returned home, and she sat down. She sighed. She was extremely stressed. Her parents had threatened to put her up for adoption if she doesn't get straight A's and B's this term in school. She decided she would calculate up all of her grades.
She checked all of them. An A, another A, a B, another A, a B, another B, and an A. She was relieved. She was in the clear.
Then she remembered, she forgot one class. She calculated up the grade. She did the math to find out where it ranked on a scale of 1 to 100. She was calculating up the results. She then realized it began with a 6. Her hand shook, and then she shoved the paper and pencil off of the desk she was sitting at. Her eyes filled up with tears. That's it, she was going to be given up for adoption.
To Be Continued..
