Chapter 9: True Colors
Posted in Generation 2, Generation 3 with tags babies, baby, birth, chantico, fights, metzli, mortimer, tlaloc on August 9, 2009 by MythMia
“You’re a freeloader!”
“What?!”
“You contribute nothing, you’re just a deadbeat leeching off your sister!”
Meztli’s head was spinning. One minute she was studying handiness in the living room, the next, Mortimer was in her face, insulting her. Her neuroticism kicked into high gear and she couldn’t keep her cool.
“What do you want from me?! I didn’t do anything, just leave me alone! Go away! Go away! You can’t take me away, just go away!”
MythMia