Bree's Turn
It was the sixth day. It was Conner's turn. Goldilocks ran home from a milkshake and hamburger with a vanilla latte.
Bree was blocking her door.
"Hey!" said Goldilocks.
Bree cringed.
Goldilocks sighed. "I haven't changed, Bree."
"Yes, you have," said Bree. "In the last month you've helped save the world, become a champion at baby-talk, become super-overprotective, and stopped stealing. That's a lot."
Goldie was frustrated. "Conner was the one to do the real work and it was only New York City, I hate baby-talk, I am not overprotective, and I just stole a latte. So..."
"Oh, well." Bree shrugged. "It's just that everyone sees you differently. Goldilocks, people change."
Goldilocks sighed. "I know, but I haven't, at least not inside. Me and Alex are working to stop this."
"Alright," gave in Bree. "I think I can try. It's just a little hard not to see you differently."
Goldilocks nodded understandingly and put a hand on Bree's shoulder. "I know, with Hero and Jack and all. But you've just got to see the fact that I'm still the same person."
Bree nodded. "Understood."