III. ALRRED IS A SOFTIE
SEPTEMBER 4TH,
GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
CRIME ALLEY
GOTHAM CITY SUBWAY
7 a.m.
SASHA ROCQUE WAS HUNGRY.
Her stomach roared so loud on the subway people started to stare. She leaned against the window as Mikey sat the next to her. He ended up spending the night and thankfully Sasha was able to sneak him out of her apartment before her mom or worst: her grandma.
But Sasha didn't have food nor did she have money so she would have to do what she always did: suck it up.
"I'm so sorry," Mikey said again, "I really don't know how it happened. I-I was do so well and then someone offered me a pill and I just...I couldn't say no and now..." He sighed.
Sasha knew he was genuinely sorry but...
"You still have to tell your parents," Sasha said tiredly, half-asleep. "You know that right?"
Mikey was quiet for a few seconds, "Yeah, I know," he muttered.
Sasha groaned, rubbing her aching stomach. She could only hope her mom had enough to buy actual groceries, today was pay and hopefully even though Sasha knew it was unlikely she hoped her grandma got a job to help.
"Can I ask you something?" Mikey asked after a moment.
"Yeah?"
"I mean, Sasha I knew you're...low-income but I didn't know it was that bad."
Sasha frowned, "You've been over my place before."
"Yeah but it was never that bad before. I mean, sure you guys didn't have heating or anything but you don't even have a bed frame anymore or a comforter."
Sasha shrugged, "We had to sell it to pay rent last month," she muttered.
"You say that like it's normal."
"Because for me, it is," she told him honestly. "I'm not saying I like living like that but there's nothing I can do to change that...right now...all I can do is just make sure my mom and I are okay."
Mikey was quiet for a few moments, "Do you want a loan?"
"No."
"Sasha—"
"No, seriously," Sasha said a bit snappily. She sighed, "Sorry..I..I'm fine...seriously."
Mikey eyed her, "If you say so."
SEPTEMBER 4TH,
GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
WAYNE MANOR
7 a.m.
JUST LIKE EVERY MORNING, DAMIAN ATE BREAKFAST ALONE.
He had gotten used to it now. Grayson was god-knows-where, Todd never left crime-alley unless he was off world with the Outlaws, Drake stayed with the Titians, he didn't know where Cain or Brown were doing and Duke was off at college. No one came home, not even for the holidays.
Damian stared at his phone, as if willing it to ring with Grayson's name as the contact but it didn't. His phone was usually silent these days.
He sniffed, turning his gaze to his cereal and started to eat. From under the table, Titus rubbed his head against Damian's leg.
"Damian."
Damian turned and was surprised to find his father coming into the dinning room. His father was usually gone for work this early in the morning, the times Damian saw him was when they went on patrol.
Damon narrowed his eyes, "Father."
Bruce eyed Damian, "I watched the security cameras. You snuck out last night. Why?"
Damian swore under his breath, "I disabled the cameras."
"I have cameras that even you don't know about," Bruce said giving him a pointed look.
Damian grit his teeth, yet another secret his father kept from him. "A classmate of mine required assistance."
"Elaborate."
"I am required to do a project with a partner. She called me to ask for my help to get to a party since she does not have a car."
Bruce raised a brow, "You snuck out to take your classmate to a party?" He asked flatly. "That doesn't sound like you."
"Her friend was in trouble, she needed help taking him home," Damian replied shortly.
"So you helped the girl?"
"Yes."
Bruce eyed him, "Good work. I'll excuse you then. Have you ran a background check on her?"
Damian scoffed, "Do I look like an idiot?"
"Damian."
"Of course, I have," Damian replied shortly. Before Rocque even came over his home Damon ran a background check on her. He could still recite all the information he found off the top of his head.
Bruce nodded, "Good."
The silence was unnerving. Damian didn't know what else to say and Bruce cleared his throat. This was the longest conversation that had alone in weeks. Alfred was their saving grace when he when he walked into the dining room carrying a second lunch bag along with Damian's.
"Master Bruce," Alfred greeted, "I see you two are talking about Mistress Sasha."
Bruce raised a brow, "Sasha? She's been here?" He asked, pointedly looking at Damian. "Why wasn't I made aware?"
"It was a last minute project and you weren't home," Damian said through grit teeth.
"You could've called."
"You didn't answer the phone either."
"She's a sweet girl, Master Bruce," Alfred told him. "The poor girl can't even afford clothes her size, such a shame."
Bruce raised a brow, "She's poor? Interesting."
"So thin too, reminds me of Master Jason when he first arrived," Alfred said a bit solemnly. "I fixed this for her, Master Damian, you'll give this to her during your lunch period won't you?" He gestured to the Lunch bag in his hand.
Damian opened his mouth to reject but Alfred shot him a knowing look and he closed his mouth. "Of course," he muttered.
"You both should be in a better mood today," Alfred continued.
"And why is that?" Bruce asked.
There was a small twinkle in Alfred's eye, "Let's just say there's a surprise later today."
SEPTEMBER 4th
GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
GOTHAM ACADEMY
1 p.m.
SASHA DID NOT HAVE MANY NEEDS.
Sometimes she thought people forgot there was a clear difference between a want and a need. A need was a necessity while a want was simply a desire. At least that was what her AP Literature teacher said in his rant about the genius of Little Women.
"If there is one thing Louisa May Alcott does well it is establish a theme," Mr. Howell said, tucking his hands behind his back as he paced around the classroom. "Though her novels center around romance she never exactly stated that love is needed. She established the idea that these is a difference between having love for someone and being in love with someone. She teaches the audience through the relationships of Jo and Laurie compared to the relations of Laurie and Amy to emphasis her idea that love is not a necessity. She lets her audience know that Jo does not need to be in love while Laurie wants love."
He continued to pace around the classroom taking in the eyes of all of his students. "Many of you do not realize the things you categorize as needs are simply wants. You do not need a phone, you do not need new shoes, you do not need friends instead you simply want them, you desire them." His eyes scanned the crowd before finally landing on his latest victim. "Natasha."
Sasha jerked in her seat and immediately straightened her posture as all eyes became drawn to her figure. She swallowed.
"What is it that you want?" He asked.
"I'm sorry?"
"Everyone wants something in their life. Everyone needs something. But right now I am asking you what do you want?" Mr.Howell stopped his stroll and stared at her with his intense bright eyes.
What do you want?
Sasha almost said she wanted food before she actually thought about the question. No one had ever asked her that before. She knew what she liked, her future career but what she actually wanted...that was complicated. She knew she could never gain anything she wanted to do with her life. This was real life. Dreams don't come true in real life. She had to be realistic.
I want to be happy.
"I want to be happy," the words out of her mouth before she even realized it. She played with the ends of her black beanie, tugging it slightly down her head as if it would hide her from the judgmental stares from her classmates.
Mr.Howell hummed, "That is an unexpected answer but an acceptable one. Now I ask you do you feel as though you need happiness?"
That one was easy.
"No," the words come out of her mouth so easily it surprises herself.
Maybe most would say yes but people lived lives that were unhappy all the time. Her mother for instance was a miserable women. Though her mom tired to hide it Sasha could still see the toll of her father's incarceration on her. Sasha hated her father but she knew enough to know her mother loved him deeply almost more than she loved herself. Her mother's fake smiles, fake loving expressions, everything about her was fake. But she knew her mom was also content with their lives.
Sure they didn't have much. Hell, they didn't have anything. But her mom was comfortable with the life they had even if it wasn't happy or idea. She was proof a person could live on without happiness. Sasha never viewed happiness as a necessity.
Mr.Howell's eyebrows raise to the sky. "Interesting. Go on."
"Happiness is a social construct," The words poured out of her mouth. "No matter what some gains they will always want more. H-Humans are greedy by nature. They're never truly be satisfied. So…no one ever actually reaches happiness, they achieve goals and move on to new ones. People live without happiness all the time and are still alive. Struggling? Yes, but still alive."
"Are you happy?"
No.
"I...I'm content," Sasha played with her fingers. "And that's enough for me."
"But will it be enough for you in the future?"
"I don't think about the future. I think about what's happening now and now I'm content. I've been that way my whole life...I'm fine with the way my life is now."
Mr.Howell turned away, "An interesting take, Natasha. Now before the bell rings I ask you all before you go: what do you want?"
The bell rang and everyone sprang out of their chairs and rushed out the room. As she left Sasha couldn't help but wonder before she left.
Do I need to be happy?
SEPTEMBER 4th
GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
GOTHAM ACADEMY
1: 30 p.m.
IN THE CAFETERIA SASHA MUNCHED ON HER SANDWICH.
Technically it was Mikey's sandwich but he gave it to her after saying he was going to ditch school early to meet with some guy he was talking too. It was a normal occurrence for Mikey to skip out on their lunch period to met up with some guy named Colin. From what Mikey said he was nice.
Do I need to be happy?
She pondered over the question before rolling her eyes. "That's a dumb question," she muttered. "Who needs to be happy. I'm just fine. Truly, completely—"
"I never took you for an imbecile, Rocque."
Sasha froze. Slowly, almost like she was about to see her worst nightmare. Behind her was Damian Wayne with his tan skin, slicked black hair, and...a pink lunch bag.
Damian thought Sasha looked tired. She didn't look different that usual but then again this was only his second time interacting with her at school. Her dark beanie that was clearly against the school's strict uniform policy donned her frizzy tightly coiled hair. She continued to wear the men's uniform of a button down and jeans which looked far to big for her unhealthily skinny body. Her wide brown eyes stared at him from behind her thick black glasses.
Sasha wrinkled her nose. "I'm not stupid," she muttered.
"I am a lot of things, Rocque but being wrong is never one of them. What idiot talks to themselves?"
"This idiot does apparently," Sasha resorted.
He raised a brow. "So you admit my assumptions are correct. That you're an idiot."
Sasha flushed. "No...I just...urgh. Look, most people talk to themselves okay. Especially people who don't have friends at the moment, okay. If you don't then you're the actual idiot."
"I'm not a fool, Rocque."
"And neither am I," Sasha countered a bit hotly.
Okay, maybe she was bit awkward, and possibly a bit of a workaholic but she wasn't stupid. Not by academic standards at least.
Sasha sighed, "Did you come here to pick a fight or did you need something?" She asked tiredly, finishing up the last bite of her sandwich. It was her first real meal in a week, she was sad to see it go.
Damian eyed her with his cold green eyes. Sasha swallowed but tried to meet his gaze head on but soon turned away. "Pennyworth for some reason thought enough of you to make you lunch." He tossed the lunch bag onto the table in front of her.
Sasha blinked, "Your butler?" She murmured. She opened the bag and her eyes scanned the food inside. Oreo cookies, two ham sandwiches, apple sauce, juice, and a fruit cup. "I...I can't accept this."
"What do you mean you can't accept it?" Damian demanded.
"This is nice, too nice. But he didn't need to do this. There's no way I can pay him back," she pushed the bag in his direction. "I don't need these seriously. You can eat it."
"I refuse," he said flatly. "I have my own meal and you have yours. The old man made it for you. You wouldn't want his hard working going to waste would you?"
"I guess not but...okay," she frowned. "Thank you."
Maybe she should feel good Alfred thought enough of her to make her lunch but it didn't stop her from feeling guilty. Sasha didn't like people giving her things. She liked doing things on her own. When people did things for her it only made her feel like she owed them something, like their kindness was a loan.
"It is not my doing," Damian replied. "Thank Pennyworth, not me."
She nodded slowly, "Uh, right. Thanks—I mean — no, not thanks for the food but thanks for um giving it to me...I guess."
"Don't be late tonight," was Damian's only short reply before he turned around and stalked away.
That went well.
SEPTEMBER 4TH,
GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
WAYNE MANOR
4:00 p.m.
WHEN ALFRED PENNYWORTH ANSWERS A FRANTIC KNOCK ON THE MANOR'S FRONT DOOR IT IS SASHA ON THE OTHER SIDE.
The girl panted harshly as she rested her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath. Her clothes were slightly damp with sweat.
"I," she panted, "made it in time!"
"It would seem you did," Alfred said, a slightly amused smile on his face. "Would you like to come in?"
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Sasha cleared her throat and straightened her posture. "Yeah...if that's alright."
Alfred opened the door wider and Sasha walked in. "Master Damian will not be back until later this evening," he said. "You may wait here until his arrival if you'd like."
Sasha resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He practically ate her alive yesterday for being late and he's not even on time.
"It's fine," she said hurriedly. "Actually, here." She reached in her bag and pulled out the pink lunch box and the batman themed umbrella Alfred gave her the other day. "Thank you for lunch today...it was really kind."
"It is quiet alright, Mistress Sasha. Any friend of Master Damian is welcome here anytime."
We're not friends Sasha almost wanted to say but didn't. They weren't enemies, hell, they weren't even acquaintances they were just project partners.
"Actually, I was wondering if there was anything I could do help you around the house maybe," Sasha said quickly.
Alfred shook his head, "There is no need for that."
"Please, I owe you," Sasha replied. "There has to be something I can do. I can clean? Cook? I mean I can't really cook but I know how to make ramen in the microwave. I can bake though."
Sasha felt like she owed Alfred something. She hadn't had that much food in weeks. She couldn't remember the last time someone had done something so kind for her of all people.
Alfred internally cringed at the mentioning of microwaved food. He paused, "If you must insist I suppose you can help me decorate some cookies I just made." He guided her into the kitchen and Sasha's mouth fell open as she took in the scenery. Their kitchen was gorgeous. A white room with window doors that lead outside. Cream colored cabinets and a huge white fridge with dual sink and one of those fancy ovens that had two stoves stacked on each other.
So this is what it's like to be rich...
Not missing a beat, Alfred handed her a frilly pink apron and Sasha resisted the urge to wince at the sight of such a bright pink. She put it on and he handed her a thick icing bag.
She cleared her throat as she followed Alfred's instructions and drew a pink star on a sugar cookie. "I can do other stuff to help too. Vacuum, take out trash, wash dishes. Whatever you want?"
Alfred sighed, "Mistress Sasha, you must stop offering to do things. I assure you I am fine."
"But I owe you."
Alfred stopped, "I beg you pardon?"
"You made me lunch and gave me an umbrella," Sasha told him, not looking up from the cookie she was decorating. "I owe you something."
"Mistress Sasha, believe when I say you owe me nothing. There is no debt you need to repay me."
"Still...I feel bad. You have to let me do something to repay you," She muttered. "I can't just let you do something for me and not pay you back...it makes me feel guilty. There has to be something I can do for you."
"Mistress Sasha, I must insist—"
"Please."
Alfred sighed in frustration. He had not met someone so stubborn in a long time. It seemed as if she was not used to anyone doing anyone for her. He hadn't met someone like Sasha since Jason Todd came into his life.
"I will agree just this once," Alfred said and Sasha looked up at him. "You must answer me honestly. Is the name on your birth certificate the one you go by now or is it simply a nickname?"
Sasha frowned at the weird question. "No...uh, my name's Natasha but I prefer to go by Sasha."
"Excellent," Alfred went back to decorating his cookies. "I shall call you Mistress Natasha from now on. I prefer to call all guest by their full names. Your debt to me is now repaid."
Sasha blinked, "I...but..." she sighed in defeat. "Okay." It was a weird way to repay someone but as long as Alfred was satisfied Sasha was satisfied.
Moments of comfortable silenced passed and Alfred glanced over at the cookies Sasha had finished so far. "You a quite proficient at this. Do you bake?"
Sasha hummed lightly, "Uh...I used to when I was younger with my mom. We can't afford to spare money on baking supplies. A nurse's salary doesn't cover much in Gotham."
"And your father?"
Sasha froze, "Um...he's not around."
Despite Gotham being a pretty run down it was still expensive as hell. Of course Sasha's mom knew the city was too expensive for their already low budget before they moved but she cared more about being near Sasha's father's new prison relocation placement to worry about money.
Her father wasn't someone Sasha liked. In fact she hated him for all the shit he put her mother through. Now, Sasha's mother wasn't perfect but she tried to give Sasha the best life she could even if she still put Sasha's father above everything. For some reason no matter how many times Sasha's dad returned to jail, cheated, yelled, sold drugs her mother would always forgive him.
Sasha thought love made people stupid. If romantic love even existed that is. She just thought her mother was delusional.
"He uh...did some bad stuff for money," she tried to sound nonchalant. "He won't be coming home for a while."
Sasha didn't know how long her dad's sentence was. That was something her mom kept track of on her calendar but Sasha never paid enough attention to care. She hadn't seen the guy since she was five.
Alfred frowned and Sasha hated the look of pity that covered his face. "Oh my, I'm so sorry."
She shrugged, "Don't be," she told him, focusing her eyes on the cookie she was decorating. "I'd rather him not be home."
Not that she'd ever tell her mother that. Her mom probably would've killed her.It's not that her dad was a bad or good person. She barely remembered the guy. She just hated how his existence ruined her mother's life.
Alfred didn't say anything but she could feel his saddened stare as forced herself not to look at him.
"Hey, is Damian always so," Sasha frowned, "Angry?"
"Master Damon has had a challenging childhood," Alfred replied. "He is a complicated individual."
"I just don't get why he hates me so much."
"Contrary to popular belief, Master Damian does not hate anyone," the butler replied. "Strong dislike? Yes. But the young master has not had the most…easiest childhood. But he is young and still learning everyday. Adjusting to his mannerisms is challenging but I assure you Mistress Natasha," he glanced at her, "if you give the young boy a chance he will surprise you."
SEPTEMBER 4TH,
GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
WAYNE MANOR
5:00 p.m.
"YOU'RE LATE," were the first words out of Sasha's mouth when Damian strolled into the living room. He looked the same with his dark tanned skin, narrow green eyes, and gelled black hair but she couldn't help but notice his tired his looked.
Damian rolled his eyes. "You forget you're in my house, Rocque." He sat down beside her and started to take his notebook out from his bag, "I had more important matters to attend to."
Sasha frowned, "So important you couldn't even bother to call or text me. You're not the only one with stuff to do."
He scowled, "And what exactly do you have to do that's so important?"
"I-I have work," she told him. "A-And homework, scholarships applications and—" she stopped. "Never mind. I doubt you even care."
Damian didn't even look up at her as he opened his notebook, "You're correct," he said flatly. "I don't. Don't forget I was the one who did you a favor, Rocque. You can wait an hour to be graced with my presence."
She eyed him. He seemed more annoyed than usual.
"Graced with your presence?" She muttered.
"It is like I said." Damian replied evenly. "I had more important matters to attend to. Now can we focus on the project at hand or would you rather sit here and waste more of my time."
Sasha bit her tongue and opened her binder.
They argued a bit with the final song that should be removed from the play. Damian went on the argue that Satisfied should be removed and said if Angelica loved Hamilton so much she should've acted sooner. Of course, Sasha came to Angelica's defense and told him to listen to the song since he clearly didn't understand why Angelica gave up Hamilton. Sasha said they could remove You'll be Back but Damian strongly disagreed and claimed the King was the only interesting character on the show. In the end they settled on removing Farmer Refuted and Meet me Inside.
Both of them were eager to be out of each other's presence. Sasha thought Damian was being more rude and annoying as time went on and Damian could only still view her as a nuisance he was stuck with for a year if he wanted to graduate on time.
"Master Damian will drive you home," Alfred told Sasha as she packed her stuff in her backpack.
Damian whirled around to face him. "I absolutely will no—"
Alfred shot him a look and Damian muttered under his breath.
"Uh that's nice but really unnecessary," Sasha said quickly. "My area isn't the best...plus it's pretty far. I'm fine taking the bus."
"Nonsense," Alfred said firmly. "Young Ladies should not be out so late in Gotham so late own their own in Gotham. Isn't that right, Master Damian?" He narrowed his eyes at Damian as if daring him to argue.
Damian stiffly nodded.
"Mr.Alfred, it's really not a problem," Sasha said frantically shaking her head. "I—"
"I must insist," Alfred replied, "it would make me feel better knowing you got to your destination safe. Please."
"I..." She sighed in defeat. "Okay."
SEPTEMBER 4TH,
GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
5:30 p.m.
DAMIAN RESISTED THE URGE TO SPEED DOWN THE HIGHWAY.
He had been annoyed by many things in his life. Grayson leaving, Drake's existence, his father's distrustfulness, his mother using him as a petty way to get back at his father, and Todd's presence. But being forced to drive Sasha home took the cake at the moment. Sometimes he hated how persistent Alfred was.
His project partner sat in the passenger seat in awkward silence.
Sasha fiddled with her fingers, "So...you like Mozart?" She asked, cringing when her voice cracked slightly.
"What?" Damian asked a bit snappily.
"Your stereo...all it plays is classical music. It's all my mom plays too. I can give you so song recommendations if you want um, I know it can get boring to listen to all the time," she gestured to the car radio.
"You know the classics?"
Sasha shrugged, "When my mom was pregnant with me she put headphones on her belly played Mozart, thought it'd make me smart."
He scoffed, "Clearly she failed."
"Oh for the love of— what the hell is your problem?!" Sasha snapped finally. "You've been a ass all day. More than normally at least."
"Being in your presence is the problem," Damon hissed lowly. "And I'm not an ass, this is me being tolerable."
"If this is you being nice then I'd hate to see you mean," Sasha replied. "Seriously. I get you don't like me, okay? You don't like anyone from what I've seen but you're not a bad person."
You're not a bad person. That would be the first time in his life he heard someone other than Grayson say that. Damian had been called many things. A demon, devil child, and so many more but never had someone every claimed he wasn't a bad person.
"You barely know me," Damian shot back.
"Okay, sure, you do bad stuff. You're a jerk, you talk weird—"
"You mean I speak proper English—"
"You're always snappy, you have terrible communication skills. And you're right I don't actually know you the same way you don't know me," Sasha said. "But from I've seen so far you're just a ass. Doing something bad doesn't make you a bad person. It's your mistakes that make you human."
Damian's car pulled up to the front of her apartment complex.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, "Look...I get you don't like me...hell, I don't even like myself most of the time but we're gonna be stuck together for a year. We have to work together or at least tolerate each other."
"I work better alone," he said stiffly.
"And so do I. D-Do you think it's easy knowing my grade is in the hands of a complete stranger? If we're gonna be struck together I'd rather be...not friends but friendly rather than enemies. You're making this harder than it needs to be."
Sasha glanced at him. Damian didn't react at all. He stayed looking straight ahead, his hands gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. Sasha shook her head and climbed out of the car. "Thanks for the ride," she muttered.
She started walking towards the front door of her apartment complex when she could hear Damian's car window be pulled down.
"What recommendations?"
Sasha whirled around to face him. "What?"
Damian stared at her. "Earlier you offered music suggestions. What are they?"
Is this...him trying?
"Uh...Paramore's self titled album is great," Sasha said awkwardly after a moment. "Every Brent Faiyaz song is amazing. He never misses a mark."
Damon didn't say a word. He only nodded curtly, put his car in drive and drove off into the night leaving Sasha there standing in spot he had once occupied.
SEPTEMBER 4TH,
GOTHAM CITY, NEW YORK
SASHA ROCQUE'S BEDROOM
6:00 p.m.
AS SHE SAT ON HER BED WITH HER LAPTOP ON HER LAP ONLY ONE THOUGHT RAN THROUGH HER MIND.
Are you happy?
Her red, irritated eyes strained against her laptop as she stared at the Julliard College website. Her laptop wasn't anything especially. It was a old apple laptop with a black crack down the middle of the screen with a mouse that only worked if you pressed at w certain angle but a laptop was still a laptop.
She clicked onto the college application page and read over the directions.
Would you like to apply?
As Sasha stared at the blank college application she couldn't help but long to click apply.
What do you want?
A knock sounded on her door and on the other side her mother, Gloria, peaked her head through. She was still in her nurse scrubs. Sasha instantly shut her laptop closed.
Gloria smiled, showing off perfect rows of white teeth, "Hey, how was school?"
Sasha cleared her throat, "It was okay."
Her mom climbed into the bed next to her daughter. She leaned her head on her mom's shoulder.
"That partner of yours getting any better?" Gloria asked. "What's his name? Damon?"
"Damian," Sasha corrected. "It's okay...I don't know he's getting better I guess."
Her mom hummed. "It may be hard but don't let that boy ruin your day. You're happiness is far too important to be ruined by one person."
You're the one person ruining my happiness.
Sasha shook off the thought. "Yeah..." she curled up slightly and tucked her chin between her knees. "You're right."
Gloria kissed Sasha's cheek. "What were you doing?" She asked, glancing at the laptop. "Homework?"
"Don't worry about it...it's just...I'm looking at my Harvard Application. I think I'm going to apply early action."She lied easily.
Do you need to be happy?
Her mom's face visibly brightened. "Oh, honey," she laid other kiss on Sasha's forehead. "You'll be a great lawyer."
Happiness was overrated anyway.
But will that be enough for you in the future?
Thank you so much for reading!
Please comment it helps me update!
Is there anything I can improve? Anything you liked or hated? Anything you want to see?
Honestly Damian is the hardest character I've had to right. Same with Sasha because I'm worried she doesn't have a personality established. I feel like she's a flat character.
What do you think about Sasha?
Also, with the lecture sorry if I got somethings wrong about the book Little Women. I haven't finished the book yet so I'm going off of what I saw in the movie.