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••~A SALON~••
A girl walked into the hair making salon and everyone turned to her.
"Brianna Morris, you brat...where are you!!" The girl shouted.
"Aish, I'm here!!" Another girl replied, walking out of the female restroom in the Salon.
"What the f**k Brianna" The girl walked briskly to Brianna and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the salon already.
"Let me go Iris, what are you doing?" Brianna yank her hand off,adjusting her cap.
"You really went ahead and cut your hair after Aunt's advice, what kind of a daughter are you?" Iris said, hitting her.
"Check it out, Babe...isn't it so fine,, my wish finally came true,you should be happy for me!!" Brianna remove her face cap, wigling her heads around.
"It's not funny Anna, Aunt will be really dissapointed" Iris frowned.
"Who cares, not like she will find me any sooner, if she can't accept me for who I want to be then she is not ready to be my mum" Brianna smiled.
"Seriously.." Iris chuckles.
Brianna nodded.
"I refuse to understand what you love about being boyish, every girl wanted to have this kind of your face and your killer body" Iris said Jealously.
"Just say it's you directly" Brianna laugh.
"Jeez, stop making fun of me"Iris pouted.
Unlike Brianna who was endowed with b**bs and @ss so much, Iris is the opposite, she is flat, slim but pretty.
"I wish I could give them all to you, they are tiring" Brianna hissed but her eyes suddenly caught the attention of a Car driving towards them.
"Iris, don't tell me.."
"I actually did" Iris completed, grabbing her hands.
"Let me go!!" Brianna pushed her off and she fell on her butt
"Sorry bess, you deserve it" she said to her and began running off with so much speed and the car keep tailing her.
"Anna, Brianna please wait!!!" Iris run after them,breathing heavily.
Brianna was running so much haste and almost run over a car, the driver saw her and immidiately took different path but it's was too late, he lost his wheel and his car hits with Mrs Morris own immidiately.
He passed out immediately.
"Anna!!!!"
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••~STATION~••
Brianna stood at a corner far from Mrs Morros as they glared at each other Hatefully.
"Who is she to you?" One of the Cops asked.
"She is my daughter!" Mrs Morris said
"I'm not her daughter!!" Brianna said.
"Which one should I believe?" The police said.
"I once had an obidient daughter and very pretty not this ugly Tomboy in front of you" Mrs Morris said.
"Officer, I also once had a very loving mother but all of the sudden I wanted to be a Tomboy and my loving mother was against it, she even disowned me, can you believe that?" Brianna said and Mrs Morris shot her a glare.
"For goodness sake, you're so beautiful Anna, why will you want to be a Tomboy overnight?" Mrs Morris said.
"Mum, it's Anna's choice not yours and why did you love my hair so much, ain't I the owner of it?" Brianna asked.
"I just...jeez, is this my daughter? Take a good look at yourself, A Jogger pants, an oversized T-shirt and a sneakers for goodness sake, Anna No makeup, where is the real you" Mrs Morris lamented bitterly.
"Are you both aware you're here because you almost killed someone?" The cop asked.
"Yes and we already compasate for it, can we go no?" Mrs Morris asked, standing to her feet.
"I'm not leaving with her, Mr Cops she is not my mum, she is a kidnapper trying to kidnap me or something, do something don't let her take me away" Brianna fake a tears.
"Madam with all due respect, are you sure she is your daughter?"the cops asked seriously.
"Are you for real? Don't you see the resemblance only that she cut the hair off already, she still looks so much like me" Mrs Morris said.
"But Mr Officer...she is lieing...."
"Anna, you better met me in the car right now or else I would rather kill you right her and go to jail now than to let's you escape from me again!!" Mrs Morris said.
"Then someone is dying and someone is going to jail tonight and the person dying is definitely not me Mum" Brianna said, raising her fist.
Mrs Morris also raise hers fist aiming at each other as if they wanted to have a fist fight.
The cops stared at them unbelievably.
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