I looked at Cassidy with angry eyes. What was she trying to say? Nikki was a terrible person and didn't deserve my friendship because of ONE day he missed? God, was she stupid or something?
Cassidy
"Your mom wants us to be friends, not you and Nikki. That's why she brought me here! Hello!"
"You're not doing a good job at earning my friendship," I said, resting my hands on my hips. Cassidy looked at me, shocked, before setting my porcelin doll down and standing up. She was tall, or taller than me at least. But that wasn't saying much, considering I was, and always have been, really short compared to most. However, despite her height advantage, I was not in the least bit intimidated.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," I said calmly. Cassidy scoffed and ran a hand through her hair.
"You just wait until I'm allowed to have a sword in your house."
"Are you afraid to fight with your bare hands?"
"What?"
"I said, 'are you afraid to fight with your bare hands'. I know I'm not."
Cassidy stared at me, shocked. I guess she finally noticed that I wasn't smiling, nor was I shaking in fear. "I... Your mother would kill me if I hurt you--"
"An aspiring assassin, afraid of death," I said tauntingly. "Pathetic."
Cassidy stared at me for a moment, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, her fist came flying at my face. I caught it and twisted her arm behind her back. Using my force, I brought her down to my dresser, her neck pressed against the edge. I heard her gagging and begging for me to let up. I just stared at the back of her head as her free hand grasped behind her, trying to grab a hold of me. Suddenly, her body went limp. I let go, and she fell to the floor, her chest barely rising and falling. "Pathetic," I repeated. I flipped my black curls behind my shoulders and walked out of my room. "Mother," I called. "Cassidy passed out in my room!"
Fatale, age twelve, naturally curled hair
