Viola-
Why me? It kept repeating in her head, why me? She is nothing special, she doesn't have superhuman strenth nor can she shoot fire from her eyes, but suddenly they wanted her to save the worl? She was just a girl. A very confused very angry girl. Who up and decided to screw with her life like this and make her the next Godess of Emmotion? What tevestie did she commit to deserve this? Was it something in a previous life? She let her head fall in her hands.
"Oh I hate my life." She mumbled before walking into the kitchen for some water.
"Look, Viola," Naomi said, "if we are going to be sucessful in protecting you, were going to need you on board." Viola nodded taking a sip of water before walking to the phone. She punched in the seven numbers she had memorized.
"Dean?"
"Viola! Oh my god are you okay!?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm home, where are you?"
"Looking for you."
"Well I'm fine, go home." She hung up and dialed another number.
"Vin, tell mom I have to stay at Mimi's again to work on that project."
"Whatever." The line clicked dead.
"Thanks." She said sarcastically into the empty reciever.
