#and taissa was just internally screaming for NORMAL reasons

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if you wanna play it like a game (come on, come on, let's play)

Watching her friends develop crushes is beyond embarrassing. It makes her feel like she's from another planet, witnessing them all turn into out-and-out morons at the drop of a hat.

Could never be Taissa's problem.

(based largely on conversation with @owltrifecta, thank youuu for yet another plot bunny bopping around my brain.)

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Taissa’s fourteen when she really decides who she’s going to be. The image has been growing a little more solid with every passing year since leaving elementary school behind, and now—now she finds it cast in cement. No; something stronger. Bronze. Steel. Titanium. She’s fourteen when she decides who she’s meant to be. In a word: cool. In a word: collected. In a word: calculated. Taissa Turner isn’t going to find herself dragged through this world at anyone’s mercy but her own. Taissa Turner is going to attack life head-on and come out doused in the blood of her enemies. (She makes the mistake of phrasing it exactly this way once. Her mother promptly cancels their HBO subscription, concerned about her only daughter’s viewing habits.)