Tanya finds herself reborn into Worm after dying in her second life and she is determined to get off the hellhole that is Earth Bet.
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I gained ten pounds just watching the video.
Missy's parents need to die in a tragic fire. That is just ridiculous.
Taylor beating Psycho Hess the Rabid Dog...... that's an occasion worth selling tickets and popcorn too 😇😇Lol, Taylor learning how to beat up the bully, time to derail that plot.
Hope missy as proud as tanya on pile of bodiesI was quite proud of Missy's pile of bodies that were in various states of dismemberment and the
Wait for it...In conclusion, communists are evil and inefficient! They will lead any country to ruin with their degenerate ways." I finished the
Patriotism, tanya answer to awkward silence.
(This is the coffee cake recipe in the story. Enjoy gaining ten pounds.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HE1RqKSa1z8 )
Missy seemed ecstatic to join me at home after school. Her parents rarely inquired about her whereabouts, which was convenient, and we began to spend many afternoons together. One particular afternoon stood out in my mind though.
"This recipe seems kind of hard," Missy muttered, reading the printout I gave her. I shrugged as I measured the ingredients out under Taylor's attention. We were making a cake for … no reason really, except that we could and my parents allowed it.
"It isn't really. You just have to follow the instructions, Missy, and it will transform into a complex construction of proteins and sugars," I said, as Taylor handed me the two bowls to pour in the wet and dry ingredients.
"That's the weirdest way to describe a cake I've ever heard, Tanya," Missy shook her head and started mixing the wet ingredients bowl that I handed to her.
"It's just how Tanya talks about things," Taylor defended, unnecessarily.
"I am needlessly verbose sometimes," I said, shrugging. I started combining the ingredients
"Yeah," Missy said, giggling. Ah, adorable. "I want to churn the butter though, that sounds really great."
She grabbed the mixer and with Taylor's help, she started fluffing up the butter. Eventually everything was mixed and we had our coffee cake in the oven. After setting the timer, Taylor put her hands on her hip.
"While we wait for it to bake, we should do our homework," Taylor declared.
"I'm done," I said drolly. I usually did my homework during class time.
"Me too, I finished at school," Missy explained, glancing at me.
"Oh. Uh, well," Taylor's smile slipped and she sighed. I had noticed Taylor seemed off today. She had not babbled as much and had arrived moody.
"What's wrong Taylor?" Missy asked.
"I …" she looked at our expectant gazes. "My friend, Emma, is bullying me. Her new friend Sophia hates me."
"What happened?" I asked, intrigued.
"Nothing!" Taylor yelled, throwing her hands up. "And the teachers won't do anything about it."
"What? They really won't?" Missy asked, blinking in innocent disbelief.
"It's fucking Winslow, that's why," Taylor muttered. "They're more occupied with the gangs than with the actual students."
"Tell me more about Emma and Sophia," I ordered, steepling my fingers together.
"Well, Emma uses secrets and words against me … It really sucks. Sophia is physical, likes to hit me and trip me. Emma seems to follow her lead sometimes," Taylor explained, face sour.
"So Sophia is the leader, huh?" I paced, thinking upon my experience as a military leader and salaryman. Rumors and gossip were rampant in a company and in order to be the head of HR I had to be ahead of it. Still, if the leader was physical … "In order to destroy the hierarchy, you must cut off it's head."
"What?" Taylor said, confused.
"You have to fight Sophia in 1 to 1 combat and assert your dominance," I explained, nodding in satisfaction at my solution. "People like her respect nothing but strength."
Taylor gaped at me. "I'll get suspended!!"
I snorted. "A fight between two young schoolgirls? I doubt it'd be more than a week."
Taylor looked at Missy for help, but she was nodding in agreement with me.
"Some bullies only understand confrontation, Taylor," Missy told her. Taylor looked away to the ground, embarrassed.
"I don't know how to fight," she muttered. I sighed as I walked over to her and grabbed her wrist.
"That's fine, I'll teach you," I said, pulling her outside. Missy raised her eyebrows as she grabbed the kitchen timer on our way out.
"You know how to fight?" Missy asked, as we emerged into the yard.
"I watched a couple of videos," I said vaguely. Over the next two hours, in between getting the cake out, I taught Taylor a few tricks I learned over my lifetimes and had her practice until she learned it. Missy jumped into it as well and practiced alongside Taylor. Her determination was a tad strange, but it was cute how focused she was.
Taylor was huffing as she leaned on the fence. "Did you really learn from videos? You're really good, Tanya."
I shrugged, leaving it at that. "Don't fight fair and you'll do fine."
Then, my three cars showed up at the same time. I frowned as Missy's parents stepped out of their respective cars and like hate magnets, they rushed at each other with raised voices that increased in rage and hysteria. My parents were trying to calm them down. Particular emphasis on 'trying'.
"Oh my god, I told them your dad would drive me home," Missy whispered, frustrated. Her fists clenched and she hunched up, but I took her by the shoulder and pulled her inside. A young girl didn't need to see this. Neither did Taylor for that matter, as I grabbed her by the sleeve as well. After guiding them to the table, I pulled the cake out of the fridge and set it down on the table. With Taylor's help, we set plates and cut slices for each other.
Ignoring the shouting spectacle outside, we ate cake and waited.
I didn't normally eat desserts as they were never a real substitute for a good meal, but living in a war changes your perspective on luxuries. The coffee taste was simply sublime and the moist texture was excellent. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. But when I opened my eyes, Missy was just staring at the cake with her fork held limply in her hand.
I wanted to say something suddenly, but what could I do? I was a minor with no rights or real ability to change the situation. Her parents were insane, I know very well, as they continued to live in the same house as the person they hated, forcing Missy to see the complete destruction of her family unit.
I could … get CPS involved despite Missy's distaste for the idea. Build a case with videos and photos and documentation. However, Missy would resent me, perhaps even hate me for it. It was easy to visualize the hatred distorting her face. I had seen it on many soldiers' faces.
I took another bite of my cake.