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      ❛     I  SPENT  NEARLY  TWO  MONTHS  earning  half  of  this.   ❜   slender  fingers  hold  up  a  rolled  -  up  wad  of  cash  before  sliding  it  across  the  table,  stopping  just  a  few  inches  from  where  her  sister  sat.    ❛    your  duct  taped  board  does  look  a  little  cool  and  badass,  but  it  won’t  be  once  it  splits  in  half.   time  to  for  a  new  one,  sis.   ❜    meg  smirks  smugly.   one  sibling  may  have  hindered  her  skateboarding,  but  luckily  there  was  another  to  keep  it  going.

board game and pieces are set on the table in the center of the room. the boys surrounding it, a classic game of dungeons and dragons has begun and she knows she’s already on mike’s side. she’s got limited knowledge of the game but willing to pay interest for the sake of the party. it’s an interest that is shattered with the sight of her.     max.      the newest member to their party, one that had arrived in her absence. one that she wasn’t incredibly fond of. though she was urged to try and engage, to try and conquer the anger and jealousy that had first sparked at that first sight of the red head.

eyes dart up from the table, straight in her direction.        “hello.”

           ‘ you     know,     i     assume     every     ginger     tabby     cat     is     named     max     because     of     you.        i’ve     gotten     looks     from     old     ladies     for     callin’     their     cats     max. ’

WRITE WITH MY BETTY WITH NANCY ! AND GIVE MAX BETTY ALKJFGDLG

          LOGIC .     NANCY   WHEELER   APPLIED   IT   TO   everything  she  feasibly  could .     even  as  but  a  small  cherub  she  would  point  of  plot  holes  in  fairtytales ;    would  go  as  far  as  to  rewrite  them  in  her  youthful  scribbles ,    even !    to  romanticise  had  never  been  on  her  agenda ,    evidently ,    and   hand  in  hand  with  that  came  how  she  couldn’t  just  brush  things  off .     and  today  was  a  prime  example !     but ,    then  again ,    how  could  anyone  misinterpret  the  wary  gazes  of  her  parents  directed  at  the  young  girl  who  was  waiting  in  the  living  room ,   awkwardly perched  on  the  arm  of  a  chair  as  she  awaited  the  boys   (  whom  she  had  thought  had  been behind  her  )   ascension  from  the  basement  and  took  in  the  environment   (  * A  MUSEUM  DEDICATED  TO  THE  ART  OF  FALSITIES !  )  .     completely   (  well...  )   innocent  and  here  he  parents  kept  a  watchful  eye  as  if  she  was  about  to   ROB   THEM   BLIND !    soon  enough  nancy  had  had  enough  and  stood  up  sharply .     “  hey ,    uh ,    max ?     didn’t  you  ask  me  last  week  how  to  do  a  french  plait ?     the  boys  will take  another  twenty  minutes  at  least ,    if you  want  me  to  show  you  now ?  ”