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Post by juice on Feb 3, 2009 8:56:45 GMT 10
The angel opens her eyes, pale blue colored iris; Presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide, hide Callie had never been called a bitch... at least not to her face. Only in joke. But right now, if someone were listening in on their conversation, they would label miss Vanderbilt with a big 'B' on her forehead. She surprised herself a bit with the audacity of her comment, but it was nothing she could take back and nothing that she regretted. If Ella were going to call her stupid, she was going to fight back. It was just the way that Callie was. And honestly, she didn't feel bad about the whole thing. Ella asked for it, and she'd delivered. That was why she loved fighting. The final blow was usually the best and it was usually Callie to do it. She never backed down from a good fight.
She stood there, arms crossed and eyebrow arched just slightly. What could Ella come back with? Sure, the girl was probably more intelligent than Callie, but she clearly didn't know how to fight. The Vanderbilt had done this most of her life; sharing Barbies with her sister wasn't something she liked to do so she fought for them. Not physically, but with words. Those were Callie's specialty. She laughed at Ella's retort, shaking her head. "And you can bet I won't be the minority, sweetie," she smirked. No one got the last word in with her, no one.
Were those tears? Oh Gawd how she loved to cause a scene. Callie was proud of it. Oh yes, this was definitely a bitch moment. They came around only once in a long while, but when they did, she soaked it up. "Come back when you have something to celebrate," she said, hoping that Ella heard her. No one picked a fight with Callie Vanderbilt. No one.
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