A little oneshot, hope you like it.
Phone
"Hello?"
"Mrs Johnson-Jefferson?"
"Speaking."
"This is Mrs Dawson from New York Elementary."
"Wow, um, what can I do for you?"
"We're having a slight problem down here with Cassandra."
"What sort of problem? She isn't hurt is she? She'd better not be, because if she is I'll be straight down there to kick all your sorry asses-"
"-Mrs Jefferson-Johnson, Cassandra is fine. It's just, well; she is currently staging some sort of protest on the school dining room tables."
Maureen smiled, bit her lip and tried not to laugh.
"I'll be right down there."
"I'd appreciate that, Mrs Johnson-Jefferson. Good bye."
"Good bye."
Maureen put the phone down and grabbed her coat.
Humming as she drove, she soon reached the school. She parked the car and jumped out.
Upon entering the dining room, Maureen laughed right out loud, immediately clapping a hand over her mouth.
"Poor, helpless animals! You are eating animals! They could have been pissed on for all you know! You are all killers! Murderers..."
A voice rang out from the other side of the room.
"Cassandra Jefferson-Johnson. You mother is here. Please remove yourself from the worktops."
Sighing, the girl jumped off the worktop and made her way over to Maureen, who was smiling.
"Way to go Cassie! That was brilliant. Next time, be sure to put in some stuff about fur."
Cassie looked at Maureen through her sparkling green eyes.
"I will Mom. Do I get to go home now?"
"Sure sweetie. I think you deserve a treat."
One the drive home, Cassie listened to Maureen describing in vivid detail a protest she had made about animal rights.
When they got home, Joanne was waiting for Maureen.
"Cass? What are you doing here?"
Cassie hung her head. Maureen spoke up.
"Well, its kinda like this, um, well, like,-"
Joanne cut her off. "She got sent home for staging another protest, didn't she?"
Maureen just smiled, embarrassed.
Joanne frowned.
"Cassandra Maria Jefferson-Johnson. Go to your room. Now."
Cassie walked off, slamming the door to her room.
Maureen sighed. "I'll go sort her."
Underneath the anger, Joanne realised something.
"Like mother, like daughter."
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