Z is For Zora
She had inherited height from her father. At thirteen, she was already five seven, much taller than her mother. She had chocolate brown eyes like her mother. She had a combination of both of her personalities.
She was sweet and curious like her mother, but had also inherited her sensitivity.
She was smart and polite like her father, but had also inherited his insecurity.
Her hair was light brown and sort of curly. She had inherited the hair from her mother, she supposed, but the curl had come from her father. But she didn't like her hair. It wasn't unique enough for her. She wasn't unique, despite the name her mother had chosen for her. Her mother wanted her to be unique.
She hadn't seen any pictures of her parents in high school, because they had all been lost in a fire. But she knew that her mother was unique.
She wanted to be unique like Cat.
Zora took a deep breath, and headed for the living room where she knew her mother and father were working. Cat Valentine-Shapiro was a costume designer, and Robbie Shapiro was a comedian, who occasionally used a puppet for some reason.
She didn't really understand her father, but he understood her. She didn't try to figure Robbie out, though. She just accepted him.
Guess where she learned acceptance from? And you guys thought that Cat Valentine wouldn't make a good mom!
"Mom and dad?" Zora asked, gripping the bag she had picked up at the drugstore behind her back as she lingered in the doorway of the top floor of their mansion. The top floor was reserved for work.
"Oh, hi there cupcake," Robbie greeted her, on his Pearpad Four.
"What do you have there?" Cat asked, brushing her brown hair out of her eyes. That's right. Brown hair. She had let it go back to natural while she was pregnant with Zora, and never dyed it back to red. It was sad, really, like the high school her had died along with the pictures that had burnt in the fire.
"It's actually what I came to talk to you about," Zora said, shifting onto her other leg. She had got her mom's beauty, something the boys at Hollywood Arts didn't overlook.
"You better not be making me a grandpa already," Robbie eyed his thirteen year old daughter sternly. Cat giggled.
"Wha- No! Of course not!" Zora exclaimed.
"Well, we never know, do we? I mean you already have a boyfriend! I don't know about boys your age, kitten."
"He's not really my boyfriend," blushed Zora. She had quite the crush on Maslow, the most popular boy in her grade. He came over to Zora's mansion quite often with his parents…The Olivers had always been good friends of Cat and Robbie.
"And besides, we've known Beck and Jade since high school. Maslow is so sweet. He'd never do anything like that," Cat said to her husband with a smile.
"I know," he smiled back at his wife. "I just thought that she would get to her point quicker with a little pressure."
"Why Robbie," Cat giggled, again. "How devious of you!"
He laughed also. "Your hair's not the only thing that's changed since high school."
What about mom's hair? Zora wondered to herself. Whatever. She had her own hair issues to deal with. That's what the bag was for.
"Speaking of hair," Zora brought the conversation back to her.
"Yes?" Cat asked.
"Do you guys think I could dye mine? I mean, I want to be different! TO be unique! And I already have the perfect color picked out."
"Do you?" Robbie asked, giving his wife an amazed look, which she returned. What was the big deal? What kind of secrets had to do with her mom's hair?
"Yes," Zora took the bag out from behind her, and took out the hair color.
"What color is it?" Cat asked, with a pang of remorse. She missed her old hair…It made her sad to think that that was gone forever.
Zora took a deep breath. This was a far stretch, she knew.
"Red velvet…"
The old Cat lived on.
Note: ! And a little bit of Bade in their too! I got a coupla reviews saying that you guys don't like Cabbie? Well, I'm sorry but a lot of people do and they requested this! If you want me to do a certain shipping, just request it. And my new story will be up next week. It's all about Cat! I'm trying to go in a different direction, so it will be a little sad. It's called Unconditional Love, but it's not a Cabbie story, I promise. (Sorry for shippers!) By the way, my name on twitter is Gabilin143 and I say when I'm going to update usually, so follow me…I'm sad to end ABCat, but there's only 26 letters in the alphabet.
Thank you so much to all of my faithful readers; seriously you guys are a huge part of my life. I love writing, and I love having people respond so thank you for the reviews. I know a lot of people say this, but literally I appreciate every single review I got…Even the simple "Good Story" or "Cute!" ones. It makes me so happy to know that people actually read this stuff, and it sort of gives me a purpose to know that I'll update and people will respond. You have made me so happy! Now enough of the mushy stuff, haha, because I think I'm going to cry. (Don't roll your eyes!) I hate that this story is over! Every story that I end, I feel like a chapter in my life is over…Weird, right? Oh well. I am very weird. Thanks for reading though, through all the randomness, the spelling errors and the boring authors notes. Until next time…143.