Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191226023600/@comment-174.6.16.240-20200108060020

Tia shifted from one foot to another. This girl creeped her out. There was something. . . familar about her. Tia shook her head. It was her imagination. She'd never met any nine (and a half) year old like this.

Still. . . she cast one last suspicious glance at the little girl, but then cast the thought out of her head.

Innocent until proven guilty, she thought. ''Leave her alone until she gives a good reason to be suspicious. Remember last time. ''Tia winced at the harshness of her thoughts.

Tia cleared her throat.

"Well . . . you can hang out with the three-year-old. I'm going to get something to eat." Tia said, mustering her best rude tone, and walked out of the room. As soon as she was out of sight, she slumped against the wall, relieved to be in a place were she could relax, and let her guard down. Her headache was killing her.

She went into the kitchen, and got a glass of water, gulping it down, relishing the cool sweet taste. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was. Helping herself to a bag of chips, she sat on the counter.

"Hi," she said to Jamiaca who was, as usual, baking.

-Chloe