Snippet #1811499

Rosalinda paused, hearing her name being mentioned. She had kept herself from coming out from behind the corner as she listened to the familiar conversation. She shook her head, but walked into the room, her normal, cheerful smile on her face. If anything, hiding her irritation was something she was good at. "Miss Perfect? Who says?" she asked, sitting across from Gracie. Personally, she thought their parents were right; how was she to know if her kills really were for the greater good? What if they lied in telling her her missions? She leaned forward, elbows on the table. "I'm only smart, not trained in anything other than intelligence. Nothing good for what you did, anyway."

She stood back up, pouring herself a glass of milk before sitting back down again. "Anyway, Mom is right about something; drinking coffee at your age will make you short. Don't you need to be able to see over obstacles?" She doubted their parents found this to be appropriate conversation, and tat was confirmed by their disapproving faces. Really, she didn't much feel like it herself. But she and Gracie had gotten along so well when they were younger! Rosalinda wanted that back, and would work at it, even if that included offering bits of advice that their parents didn't approve of.

"By the way, I've gotten pretty good about sneaking around myself; I would check your bag when you have the time." Part of being close to her sister again was buying little gifts; things like the bracelet she had slipped into a smaller pocket of her sisters bag. It wasn't anything flashy, really, it only had a charm saying lil' sis, and another shaped as a knife, but also another that was a stuffed bear. She wasn't sure she would like it, but she had a similary one herself, but with a charm that said big sis instead, and one shaped like a wolf; the tird was a stuffed bear, like her sisters. She oped it would at least let her know that she was trying to be her sister, and not overbearing like their parents. Who knew? Maybe they would find something to talk about later on.

She changed the subject abruptly. "I'll make sure she gets to school. I had wanted to look at a clothing store near the school, anyway; I'll drop her off on the way. That's if you don't mind, Grace." She tried so hard to be lax about her sister being an assassin, instead treating her like she skipped classes often instead of running off to kill people, that she often thought it might actually be easy to get along with her. That, she had to be careful of; she always had a way of getting herself into little messes with people by doing things like that.