"Oh, she did..? Ah, I'm so sorry. … Yes, I know its her second strike this semester. … Uh huh, yes, of course I'll talk to her. … Mmhm, thank you, Helen. See you soon. Bye-bye."

With a loud and tired sigh, Tori tapped 'end' on her phone screen and leaned back on the leather couch. Shutting her eyes and slowly rubbing her temples, she desperately attempted to rid herself of the migraine settling in her head.

"Hey Tor," her best friend Andre greeted her cheerfully as he entered the cozy little recording studio tucked away into her basement, holding two coffees from JetBrew with him. Pictures of herself and her daughter scattered the walls all around.

A glass coffee table sat in front of the large black couch and across from both sat her desk, also scattered with photos of her small family and her friends.

Tori only let out a small tired moan in response, not bothering to open her eyes.

Andre chuckled, putting down the cardboard cups and settling down next to the tired half Latina. "Hazel got you runnin' ragged, huh?"

A groan escaped Tori's lips as she sat up, nodding tiredly. "Yes! Helen called again, for the third time this week." she exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief and looking at the amused male next to her. "Apparently she cut a girls ponytail off in class!"

At this, Andre burst out in laughter, covering his mouth with his fist, a thought coming to him as he laughed yet he kept it to himself.

"I don't get it Andre," Tori whined, reaching over and picking up her coffee, "I wasn't like this in high school - why is she?"

Andre chuckled and shook his head, "Y'know who she reminds me of?"

His half Latina friend stopped mid-sip, looking at him with horror in her eyes. "Don't say it," she begged, lowering the cup from her lips and placing it back on the table so she could cover her ears,

"Jade."

too late.

Tori groaned loudly, burying her face into her hands. "I know! But, why?!"

"Mo-om?"

The attention of the two adults turned to the door on their left and Tori sighed at her teenage daughters voice, preparing herself for a long conversation with her. She vaguely remembered the ones she used to have with a certain raven haired girl back in high school.

"Down here baby!" She called back, standing up and running a hand through her hair.

The sound of boots thumping against the carpeted wooden stairs leading to the basement filled the small room before the door swung open and a fifteen year old almost identical to Tori walked through it, except this version of the half Latina had pink highlights in her hair and a small stud in her nose. Plus, she was wearing almost all black, except for her boots.

The teenager was met with two faces, one of her very amused uncle, and very upset mother. Her eyebrow quirked up to her hairline at the different expressions. Glancing at the sitting Andre, she decided maybe it was best to concentrate on him instead of her mother.

Hazel gave him a crooked grin, giving him a high five and promptly avoided her scorned mother. "Hey uncle Dre,"

Andre grinned back, knowing what she was doing and played along, "What's up, chica?"

"Hazel," Tori began, crossing her arms and giving her daughter a straight look. "Your principal called. Again." Her daughter only stared back at her with a blank expression.

"So?"

"So, she told me you cut off a girl's ponytail in your theater history class!" Tori exclaimed in the same irritated tone she used to use in high school, causing Andre to laugh to himself. These days only Hazel could bring that out of her.

Hazel simply rolled her eyes and crossed her own arms. "Big deal, so I cut her hair off. I did her a favor." She shrugged, "It was hideous."

Tori let out a tired moan. "Of course its a big deal, who on earth would cut a piece of someone off them?" She saw Andre open his mouth and lift his finger to respond and threw him a sharp glare, shutting him up. She knew what he was about to say and she did not want to hear it. Turning back to her daughter, she gave her a questioning look. "Why'd you do it?"

Hazel looked at her uncle, waiting for him to speak. When he didn't, and her mother continued, she turned her gaze back to her and merely shrugged once again. "Her hair was on my desk and I told her to get it off. She wouldn't listen, so I cut it."

Her mother stared at her in horror, her lips transfixed in an 'O'. "Hazel!" She exclaimed in shock.

"It was on my desk!"

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So this is my new Jori story, I'm not sure how long it'll be or if it'll be long at all but please review :)