Her eyes burst into tears. "I'm sorry but this must be a mistake."
The hair stylist threw the cape over her soft lean body. Hinata took a calm heart and her chest inhaled deeply with her chest as a cascade. She ignored the enthusiasm of the hair stylists work.
I'm a high chef executives daughter. I have mandatory dress code at home. My dad is 7th Hokage teacher. There's a linage line or a hero statues that get you into Kage status I look like. Hinate could feel her Chakras stirring. The lights near by shorted and fizzled as she grew more intense. I'm sorry this is where we're at a destiny problem.
"I have to pick my kids up from school. They're going to the try out at the gym."
This would be the torment game Hinata too was required to attend. As mad as she was she threw the financials and left.
Her voice was soft and airy. As she cried to herself. She knew when she walked into the door late they'd consequence. She wasn't the best but hinata tried cover he fears. Hinata slowly opened front door and not with her visual did she expect her mother would be ready for the retreating daughter.
She was struck with back hand and told "Be ready to leave you ugly bitch."
13 seconds in she forgot her name and title she held. Then she went to her room to recover.
"I'm working."
