I stomp toward her and point. I've SO had it with her. "That is SO not nice."
You don't even talk like a queen." She glares at me.
Nick raises an eyebrow at me. "You're a QUEEN?"
I walk to the edge of the bed, stand just a few inches away from her. Power rolls off of her. "Okay, please refrain from your insidious comments, which are obviously geared to inflict harm upon my psyche. I do not appreciate it."
Nick cracks up. "Well, you ARE the same Zara.

Author: Carrie Jones

I stomp toward her and point. I've SO had it with her. "That is SO not nice."<br />You don't even talk like a queen." She glares at me.<br />Nick raises an eyebrow at me. "You're a QUEEN?"<br />I walk to the edge of the bed, stand just a few inches away from her. Power rolls off of her. "Okay, please refrain from your insidious comments, which are obviously geared to inflict harm upon my psyche. I do not appreciate it."<br />Nick cracks up. "Well, you ARE the same Zara. - Carrie Jones

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