I curse under my breath, spotting Darcy coming up in the distance. She sees me and her eyes flare with anger, her appearance shifting slightly to that of our long lost mother.
"Ari! What the hell?!" she slams her hand down on the table before me, "You left me!"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I stand, not liking this girl already and cross my arms. "He's driving me," I say, "Why do you care?" I ask, sitting down while running a hand through my hair.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Sorry about her," I say, "Though, you might wanna get used to that; we'll be working with her. She's not as annoying when serious. I just pissed her off pretty bad."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
For according to the trollish philosopher Plateau, "if you wants to understan' an enemy, you gotta walk a mile in his shoes. Den, if he's still your enemy, at least you're a mile away and he's got no shoes." — A Blink of the Screen by Terry Pratchett