Tanisha tossed her phone on her bed. Was it really necessary for a cop to come guard her? She could take care of herself. She had to learn to with her dad always on business trips. This week it was Hong Kong. Her mom died when she was 2 so she had to learn to be girly by watching MTV and reading "Cosmopolitan." She was known for being the bitchest, slutiest, richest, black girl at school, but really, she just wanted to be popular. She covered her real emotions up with all those stereotypes. She walked out of her bedroom and stood at the top of the landing on her second floor. She was very close to the edge of the stairs. She stared down at the bottom with a dazed look. She had gotten her braids redone the day before, they were perfect. They hung down almost to her butt. She was thinking about the fact that death could be coming for her. She would have to be careful. What she didn't realize was that there was a standup fan sitting on a table just inches from her hair.
Conrad was driving home. He figured the cop would protect her, she would be ok. Tanisha wasn't one of his favorite people. But she shouldn't have to die. He snapped back to reality and slammed the break on. A black cat was standing in the road. It meowed then walked on by.
Tanisha stopped thinking about the whole death thing and watched her black cat. Angel was his name; he had always been with her and protected her. "I don't need a cop," she said bending down to pick up the cat that had ran up the stairs. "I have you to protect me" as she stood back up her hair got caught in the fan. Beep she screamed. The cat kind of did a meow scream and jumped out of her arms. She tried to pull her hair out, but it wasn't working. She fell backwards against the wall behind the fan, but it sucked her hair in more. She saw a glimmer of silver and noticed a pair of scissors on the table. She reached for them in pair, as her head got closer to the razor sharp fan...