Adelia Ivette Ortiz
June 22, 1980 - May 2, 1999
Stopping in front of her is harder than it should be. He hate's that he has to look so far down to read her name. Hate's what he actually see's on the head stone. Knows that she'd have hated it to. It was clearly a final jab from her step-mother. Though in her honor he and Sid had egged the woman's car, slashed the tires, smashed the windows and sliced all the wires in the car as her final jab back to the whore. He had also unleashed virus after virus on to their computers.
He knows Adel is probably still bitching about the blandness and lack of personal touch up there in heaven. He and Sid had tried for his younger cousin but the soul sucking gold digging wench had won that fight. He still refused to talk to his uncle after he picked that harlot's choice over theirs.
So he had left. As had Sid and the other girls. None wanting to really stick around now that their city held such painful memories for them. It was why he had picked a small town so far away from L.A. If life worked out he'd tr and get his girls to move in to the town also. He could see it now. Juice's Angels. Crazed and blunt Sid. Corky and sweet Evie. Free spirited and calm Tootsie. Yeah. They'd cause quite a riot in the sleepy little town of Charming.
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I'm thinking I might create a more in depth story off of this, but I'm not quite sure about it.
