Ali was half way through pummelling her second ball of bread dough, tears threatening to spring from her eyes and turn into a small-scale version on Niagara Falls, when she heard the familiar singing call of her best friend.
"Honey I'm Home!" Cheryl sang bursting through the door carrying 2 large bottles of wine and a stack of chipped white plates.
"Thought you could use one these and all of these!" Cheryl smiled pouring Ali a large glass of red wine and dumping the pile of plates on the stand by the back door. "I also brought my bow and arrow." She added pouring herself a glass and rolling her sleeves up.
"How in the hell did you know?" Ali asked, a mixture of humour and seriousness in her voice.
"Hobo and Nancy Drew told me. Come on, lets smash some plates and you can tell me what happened." She smiled dragging Ali away from her station and shoving a very large glass of wine into her hands.
"He was so condescending and sexist. Do I look like someone who needs to be protected? Like some freaking glass flower that needs to be guarded at all times? How DARE he treat me like a damsel in distress. He acted like I'd break a leg if I was to walk on my own! Misogynistic. Sexist. Condescending. Pig Headed. Serpent Boy Scout!" Ali ranted her voice getting louder with each word until she was practically screaming. Cheryl had never seen one person rattle her so much, except Nick St. Clair of course. Plates smashing left right and center as Ali vented all her aggression and pent up rage.
"Should've brought more plates!" Cheryl observed as the large pile of china shattered in the space of ten minutes.
"Lets shoot something!" She perked up handing Ali and magnificent bright red bow and arrow set. Ali grinned, since meeting Cheryl she had become quite the master. Though she still had quite a way to go before she was as good as her teacher.
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Ali-Cat- This Better Work!
Novela Juvenil"Who is this Northsider and why is she here?" Sweet Pea questioned giving Ali a disgusted scowl making Toni chuckle a bit. His scowl was different from his usual northside hatred glare. "I, my dear flower," Ali replied sweetly, stepping forward and...
