Needing the air [-open-]

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

There wasn't so much to say about the lake as it shimmered with the sunlight and the cold breeze didn't feel like a caress of a loved one neither, so there must be a reason why these things doesn't register in your mind as it use to do for this brunette who was just on the beach of the magnificent lake of the town known as Riverdale. Surely the lake and breeze felt wonderful to her, but doesn't really for a girl who lost everything that had meaning. Yes, she was being a bit overdramatic, but that was the life of Lenita Zimmerman aka Sarah Good of the Salem's Witches Trails.

It hadn't been so long since she was in love with the most brilliant guy and inventor. All was well and she was content, happy with joy on her soul and life. She thought she was finally able to let go of the past of heartbreaks. Losing so many babies and siblings, and her husband and her daughter whom she loved the most. Of course, even her family had been suspicious of her and tried as she might nothing she countered with their accusations worked and she was hung for being a so called witch.

You would think she would have happy, but soon that change all because of an over emotional young man by the name of Oliver Winchester over a guy she been helpful with for awhile and that guy told Oliver that she was a good kisser. Fists flew and an angry boy rushed to his girlfriend's side and asked her stupid questions because he didn't think to discount them as she would had if some girl told her that Oliver was a good kisser. Angry words were exchanged, arguments, and sorrows passed between them and she said something she regretted though it was so true: "I don't think I could be with a guy who at the first sign of doubt can accused me of cheating when he knows how much I love him and how much I don't like assumptions because of a certian life I had to live through. I love you, Oliver, but - but I don't think I can be in a relationship that you think I'm lying. Please understand. You will always be my soulmate, Orville, but in this life - or at least at this time - I can't be with you."

Lenita missed him and how she cried and cried over her heartache. How she begged Tamara not to be rash and hurt him because she felt his pain as her own. Now Tamara was trying to get her to forgot about him. She would never forgot him as she laid on the beach, stroking the grains of sand that she laid on. She wasn't wearing beachwear and was instead have on jeans and a sweater. It wasn't much, but it would do as she stared outwards amongst the clouds.

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Tags: Open
Will put up layout later.

[Breezy Sapphire Logan]

So perhaps Breezy Logan might have gotten a bit carried away in her history class. It wasn't so much that she'd voiced her opinion, because there were a lot of opinionated people at Riverdale High. What made Breezy worry a tad more than usual was what she'd descended into a rant about. This was the first time she'd really caught attention for anything other than being vegan, and being Justice and Sylent Logan's younger sister.

She couldn't help it though. John Winthrop really was pathetic. She'd hated him back then, and she hated him even more now. It was even more clear now that his actions were motivated less by religious views, and more by sexism. Sure, he didn't like that she was trying to interpret the Bible on her own terms, but the fact that she was a woman doing it was what motivated it. She was sure of it then, and she was even more sure of it now. So she'd gotten lost in a rant about him in her class. It was bound to happen eventually. When Breezy had an opinion, she refused to keep it to herself, especially with the newfound freedoms she enjoyed in this life as compared to last one.

The blonde, instead of going straight home to her grandmother's after school, decided instead to take a detour around the lake. She needed the walk to clear her head, and though her grandmother was used to listening to passionate rants from her parents (both of whom were major hippies, for lack of a better word), she didn't want to subject her grandmother to more than she had to. Much more, she didn't want to jeopardize what she was. She was still unaware that there were others like her, and thus she opted to be even more careful than usual. It wasn't just that, though. As much as she liked to speak up, she had to admit that she was a little afraid of the consequences. Though she had serious doubts that they would be as drastic as in the past (there wasn't a colony to kick her out of for one thing), she still didn't much like the idea of being pushed to the outskirts because of her opinions. That didn't mean that she wouldn't voice them, but she knew that she had to be careful, given her reincarnate status.

Breezy couldn't say that she was expecting there to be someone else from her school at the lake, much less someone from that same class. She couldn't help but notice that the other girl seemed to have her mind on something as well, and the motherly side of Breezy took over as she paused nearby the girl, speaking up. "Lenita, right? Are you alright?"[/color] While Lenita did not look hurt physically, the look in her eyes said differently.

Word count: 481
To: Lenita/Leah
Notes: Thought these two would get along. XD

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

Here the beach was peaceful, but a lonely place to been filled with regret and there was the question of why she needed to be here alone without her sister's continually rampage of brutal accusations and assumptions on her newly ex-boyfriend. How did she get away from said concern and endless lecturing sister was the question to ask as well as how she come this way to begin with.

After so many cries and cries of her heartache and Tamara, her sister if that wasn't obvious, insistence way of helping her sister cope with her lost, which involves plenty of ways she wanted to exact vengeance on Oliver, said ex-boyfriend, that had her, Lenita, eliciting more tears and pleas to expunge the accusing sister of how he call her a liar and a whore, which he wouldn't call her, or what Tamara views as brainwashing her precious little sister because of her unsurpassed vigilant of not sharing secrets about RSOR or her indistinct about even talking about the exquisite club. She wouldn't even consider the entreaty since Tamara was, not only a normal (what the reincarnates' name of non-reborns), but clearly one of the leaders of the Anti-RSOR. She was a potential real threat to them and Lenita couldn't tell her.

Tamara tried to peek at her shields, bending or breaking them. when she slip at something and explaining it away as something she was reading or doing, maybe a play she was in. Her sister hadn't been pleased at the excuses, and figured since Oliver and her had their devastating 'relationship over' fight and was in the non-speaking emotional phase of the break-up, she could try to divide her loyalties not knowing there was still an 'amenable reason' why she had substantial obedience to the RSOR cause.

Yes, Tamara didn't go ahead onward this plan of action since her sister means a lot to her, which was why Lenita wasn't too angry at her big sister, it was because of the continues talking of wanting her sister to supersede her entire feelings for Oliver and of the whole making him seem all menace vain and vile that had her demanding her to stop and leave her alone.

Finally her sister had depart from her and leaving her the only one there at the shores of the lake earlier today and it been hard for her, but she needed to be alone to try and sort through her malevolence pain in her soul and on her heart. So many tears had been spent on this beach and time seem to be getting longer than it should. Time was awfully enlarge and slow at a quenching need of some hope of a passing skirmish of an inner turmoil and she definitely had one in her consciousness.

So it wasn't all surprising that she didn't know when she wasn't alone anymore and it wasn't startling that she gasp at seeing someone's face appear in front of her, looking down and asking if she was alright though more like wanting to know what's wrong and what had happen. It took awhile to match the name to the girl's face as she shift to lean on her bent elbows and arms as she glance at her friend, Breezy Logan, who was the sister of the reborn Walt Disney aka Justice, and, yes, their parents were hippies.

"Hey Breeze," Lenita said slowly; obvious sadness in her tone as she talk since she didn't figure to school ger voice. When she recalled the question her eyes became luminesence with unshed tears. "Oh..." she elicited with averted eyes to keep the tree depth of her trepidation from her friend's perspective.

Words: 636
Tags: Breezy Logan

[Breezy Sapphire Logan]

For all the experience that Breezy had as a result of being on her second life, she had yet to deal with a breakup. She'd married her past husband at a young age, and they were separated when his death came a year prior to hers, rather than a breakup. Still, she knew very well what it was like to have loved and have lost, and the feelings of heartbreak that ensued.

Breezy didn't know for certain that was what Lenita was upset about, but she'd heard the rumors. People talked in high school, and it was something Breezy was still trying to get used to. Having been home schooled in both lives, attending high school was still very much a new experience, but she was adjusting pretty well to it. She'd heard about the breakup, and while it didn't sound like anything too terrible (at least compared to some of the things she heard in high school), she still caught the jist of what was going on.

When Lenita turned to look at Breezy, Breezy received the answer to her question without a word from Lenita. Even if Lenita tried to deny that she was upset, Breezy wouldn't have that. Her eyes clearly were shining with tears that threaten to run down her cheeks, and Breezy wasn't about to leave Lenita alone with that, whether she wanted to be left alone or not. Again, this girl had been a mother several times over in her past life, and sometimes the instincts took over. Breezy took a seat next to the other freshman and spoke in a quiet, almost soothing voice. "Well, I guess that answers my question. So what's wrong? Sometimes it helps just to talk it out."[/color]

Breezy was not looking at Lenita as she said this, not out of any sense of rudeness, but rather in an attempt to be polite. She knew that Lenita probably would not want someone staring at her on the verge of tears, and therefore Breezy averted her eyes. That said, she did glance at Lenita out of her peripheral vision. The two weren't all that close of friends at this point, but they did know each other from class, and Breezy knew her well enough to step in in this instance. The two also seemed to have more in common than met the eye. Hadn't Lenita had a similar outburst to hers about the Salem Witch Trials a while before? The blonde wanted to question the other girl about that, given the reasons behind her own outburst, but there was a more pressing matter to address first. Lenita clearly had a lot on her mind, and Breezy wanted to give her a chance to let loose. Rather than offer any more words of encouragement or comfort, Breezy decided to let Lenita take the floor and share what she wanted

Word count: 485
To: Lenita/Leah
Notes: Foot's asleep...

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

Her first life was practical not to her liking and mostly because her husband William threw her to the wolves and he was just her second one. Her first was to Daniel Poole, who dead in 1686, leaving her and William in debts, so Sarah and her family were on the streets by 1692 begging for their beg. Her husband was basically a laborer that work for their food, so why did she think he wouldn't go along with the accusers with her being a witch. He even made her own children go against her and she loved them both so much it hurts to not have them here with her.

Lenita wouldn't had thought a repeat of something like that will happen in this life, but it did and it felt worse somehow. Oliver should had known she wouldn't betray him, but he allowed the first accusing of her cheating or lying went to his head. Of course, she knew that he was an emotional person unlike her husbands who ostensibly wed her for her father's wealth since he was an affluent innkeeper, but if they thought it would help them in anyways; it didn't.

Rumors and gossips; all of them pointed to trying to make the cut of the iceberg and most were to harm others. If there was one thing that irk her was the girls who have other better to do than talk about canards, suspicions, and rumors. It was a nuisance to her. It was because of those talks that cause her first death in the first place. She was very legitimate in her way of being annoyed and offended by gossipers. The things said because of that 'Wizard' person were just one of the many points to her feelings on the matter.

It didn't surprise her about her break-up circling the grapevine.

It just made it more difficult to mitigate how she felt; it was really melancholy and quite coherent to say the less. She guessed it was just life or lives themselves. It didn't really matter if she tried, so she wondered if she could say what happen to Oliver and her to Breezy. She sighed, "It's hard to put into words," in misery. "A guy told Oliver that I was a good kisser and Oliver overreacted and we broke up," she ended up saying all this in a velocious speed and allowed the tears to fall. She gone into lamentation, trying to comprehends and stop the sobs from going on.

"So stupid of him to take him seriously!" She howled out with some anger in the mixture of sadness. "Why did he thought that? Overacting fool!" she pulled herself up and hugged her knees to her chest, rocking back and fore, back and fore, with all her emotional intended towards this motion. "He knows from..." she trailed off and tears flow again. "Stupid fool," she muttered.

Words: 494
Tags: Breezy Logan
Notes: Poor Lenita... but this was pre-Cornelius....too

[Breezy Sapphire Logan]

What Breezy, and likely many others, weren't taking into consideration was the events that conspired in Lenita's past life. It was a false rumor that led to her breakup with Oliver...and a false rumor that led to her death in her past life. On the objective side, she could understand why Oliver reacted the way that he had, but she could also understand why Lenita was upset. Had she known about Lenita's past life, she would understood in even greater detail why Lenita was plagued so much by this turn of events. To some extent, what happened to Lenita in her past was an extension of what happened to Breezy, after all, with tragically different results. Breezy was exiled from her community, from her home, for daring to voice her own opinions on the Bible and host meetings at her house. Lenita's death was also motivated by something under the guise of religion, but what in the end turned to have far more motivation rooted in community politics.

While Breezy missed the majority of the Wizard's drama mongering, she did know the Wizard said some cruel (and very untrue) things. Her older brother and sister had been implicated in incest! She knew this was something that neither Sylent nor Justice would participate in. That said, she also heard what was written about Lenita. She was accused of being a witch. Given Lenita's outburst earlier in the year, the correlation seemed a little strange, though Breezy was missing the knowledge of RSOR in order to put everything together. Not for long, though.

Breezy was a little surprised at just how intense Lenita's emotional explosion was. She didn't blame the other girl, though. Upon seeing the girl start to sob, Breezy bridged the gap between the two of them and put her arm around Lenita's shoulder. "It's alright to be upset."[/color] Breezy told her friend in a soothing voice, looking worried herself. "Don't let this get you down too much, though. I know it hurts, but there are plenty of other guys at Riverdale. That said, that guy who started the rumor in the first place deserves a swift kick to the balls."[/color] The blonde smiled lightly at this, in an attempt to try to cheer the other girl up. She wouldn't really kick him in the balls, but she figured it might raise Lenita's spirits a little.

There was something in Lenita's speech that caught Breezy's attention and made her curious. It wasn't anything she thought too much of, but she did wonder what Lenita was about to say in the offing. "He knows from what?"[/color] Breezy asked. It made sense for Lenita to say that Oliver should have known better, but it sounded as though she was about to state a specific something...

Word count: 481
To: Lenita/Leah
Notes: Yeah, her mood improves later on, thankfully for her. =P

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

It was hard enough as it is to think that Oliver thought so little about her life than to cheat on somebody she thought was worthy of her love and her loyalties; gone down the drain with that with this fated choice of not believing her. Oliver knew about Sarah Good and her history, but didn't take it into the formula and allowed his emotions to rule him. She couldn't do anything about what had happen, but maybe they went too fast into the whole relationship thing. They should had waited, but at this moment Lenita wasn't thinking rationally, and it was hard to fard it on to her misery as of yet; like applying make-up wasn't an option for her either and very hard to keep on when she's been crying on and off for at least a few days now, so she needed to bloat to the world how he made her feel. Or to Breezy anyhow.

It was so hard at the moment, emotions running amok and it was strenuously to keep in check. "He, such a..." she sighed with an angry sniff at the end as she tried to control her voice: her accent, but it was a laborious task, so it show up with force. " He, he..'at boar ay a boy's a rockit tae hink sae wee ay me. mah values an' morals. they're nae naethin' an' he knows 'at. mah pest means a lot tae me an' he allaw his emotions tae roose up an' tak' ower. 'at wee cheil! hoo coods he be sae nae rational tae mah believes. 'at dobber is gonnae gie it. he's luckily he's nae 'at bampot priest named..." Lenita trailed off in her rout and looked at Breezy. She cleared her voice and smiled shyly. "That was a wee aff. Sorry, my accent..." she said softly and blushed. "Very sorry."

The guy who started with mess and told Oliver such a boisterous person to say such rumors and she couldn't believe she helped him with his work. When she got her hands on him she was letting Breezy and Tamara torture him before she took a swift kick into his groin and repeat it a few extra times. "When I get him, he will be begging for mercy and death, and in that order," she said and vented out a breath.

"Just that he knows about what it was like with my life when I preciously live," she answered Breezy; still honest yet sly.


Words: 428
Tags: Breezy Logan
Notes: Yep and Corny will be good for her.
That long one translates to: That boar of a boy's a fool to think so little of me. My values and morals. They're not nothing and he knows that. My past means a lot to me and he allow his emotions to rouse up and take over. That little man! How could he be so not rational to my believes. That bastard is going to get it. He's luckily he's not that dumbass priest named

wee aff = little off

[Breezy Sapphire Logan]

It seemed that Lenita was full of surprises. Not only did she respond to Breezy's inquiry, but she responded in a thick Scottish brogue, causing Breezy to take a closer look at Lenita. She hadn't a clue that Lenita was Scottish. "I didn't know that ya'll were Scottish."[/color] Breezy let loose her own Texas accent at this one. That said, despite having been born and raised for a good part of her life in Texas, it was easier to talk without that accent than it was to talk with the one she'd heard growing up. Come to think of it, Sylent and Justice's accents had never been as pronounced as her parents' either...

Then she opted to address the actual subject matter. While she had a hard time understanding a few things in Lenita's diatribe, there was one important part that she did manage to catch. Unfortunately, Lenita stopped herself from before she actually uttered the name, but Breezy wasn't going to let it go that easily. She had every intent to find out what name Lenita came so close to saying. "Priest named what?"[/color] Breezy asked questioningly. "I haven't had good experiences with priests and ministers myself."[/color] She grumbled. "I find that in a lot of cases they're just men who like to hear themselves talk, rather than let anyone else get in a say."[/color]

This was, of course, a reference to what happened in her past life. She wanted to interpret the Bible on her own terms, as well as meet up with a few others who wanted to do the same thing. Apparently that was unacceptable in Boston of the Massachusetts Bay Colony in the mid-1600s. Breezy often wondered if it might have been different if she were a man. She knew it would, but would it have been better or worse for her? Had they punished her extra for being a woman and daring to speak her mind, or had they gone easy on her as a result of being a member of the 'fairer sex'? Either way annoyed Breezy, but she honestly wasn't sure which one would bother her more.

Breezy was surprised at the venom with which Lenita spoke. To Breezy, it suggested that Lenita had been through something like this before. Still, she was not at all prepared for Lenita's next words. "When...what?"[/color] She studied Lenita curiously. She figured it was just a figure of speech that the other girl was using, but at the same time...dare she hope that she wasn't the only one? Regardless, Breezy wanted answers.

Word count: 454
To: Lenita/Leah
Notes: Getting closer.

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

Blinking away angry tears and blushing at how she was talking, she cleared her voice and smiled slightly with a ten degree head tilt to appear at ease with her knowing her nationality, she spoke with a more casual tone as she respond to Breezy's question. "Yes, I was born in Scotland and so were my siblings. We moved here at too long ago, hm," she stated softly. "Texas?" she asked her as she thought to herself on stuff. Of course, since she was American or a colonist back as Sarah Good, she could used that accent too or any of the ones she heard during that lifetime and had study prudently to do so by mocking, and now she had a Scottish accent that she could interchange with her more American accent of her pervious life.

Lenita wasn't usually so easy to spill out something like that, but guess after Tamara left and to her telling something to Breezy didn't seem like she was letting a secret get out of her; if anything she had a feeling she could trust her with her reincarnated status. Of course, she stopped her bluntly rampage with her mouth on the subject of her old life with Reverend Nicholas Noyes. She needed to think fast to cover any awkwardness, so in a way it was good about being in an orphanage with nuns whom she hated. "Father Nick," she stated with ease. "He was in the orphanage. He liked his voice too. Hated his guts," she clearly was being truthfully, but part of it was false. She didn't even meet with the priest who run it; just nuns and all.

She really hated a lot of men even the ones who aren't a reverend or a priest were the same. They thought themselves above the rest and when it came to pointing out witches and wizards, they really think they knew who was who when part of the whole thing was base on paranoid, and most of their so called accusees were the lowest of their society or the accusers wanted something from the rich. Prefect example of trying to get the scum out of their lives and trying to make a name out of them by accusing the wealthy. It was a sad day when those poor souls were killed, and she was definitely one of those lost ones who were saddled with the darkest of treatments. Her own newborn daughter dead when she was in jail because of society's cruelties.

One slip was okay, but two of them, Lenita felt a bit ashamed of herself, but also really wanted somebody else to know of her past misfortunes. She thought she said 'where' and not 'when' yet her tongue allowed the truth to leak out and she needed to figure out how to get it back, but for some reason she thought about history class. She had an outburst about the Salem's Witches Trails, and just today was it, didn't Breezy did the same with John Winthrop. Didn't she called him a 'sexist pig' or something like that? She thought back to what she knew about him. There was a woman who taught herself and other women about the Bible and she was...

Lenita's eyes widen and she decided to go for it. "I don't know what you talking about, Breeze, but really don't you think John Winthrop should hang himself, Anne?" she said casually and waited. Was Anne Hutchinson in front of her?

Words: 594
Tags: Breezy Logan
Notes: Sneaky, huh?

[Breezy Sapphire Logan]

It seemed as though Lenita was a tad embarrassed for letting her accent slip. Breezy just shook her head, showing Lenita that didn't matter to her what sort of accent the other girl spoke in. Breezy had one of her own, though as a result of speaking with a New England accent longer than a Texas accent, she found herself slipping into that one much more readily. However, she still did have that slight Texas accent when she talked. It was just a matter of how much she let it out. "When did you move to the U.S.?"[/color] Breezy questioned.

Breezy's features darkened at the mention of 'Father Nick'. At this point, she didn't recognize that Lenita was referring to someone from her past life, and the other girl did a decent job of covering it up by making it seem like someone from the orphanage. Regardless, Breezy felt her hands ball up into fists. "It would be different if they could accept that their word is not law. The Bible is up for interpretation, and I believe that that is up to the individual person, not to some collective unit who is simply using it to further their power."[/color] Breezy's voice was scathing, hinting that there was a lot more to this than Breezy initially hinted. She was not a fan of organized religion for these reasons. It was one thing to gather for worship, but most organized religion she came across was less about gathering as a community and more about asserting control. Breezy did not like that at all. She did not want anyone telling her how to worship.

Breezy didn't realize that the 'when' rather than 'where' was a slip of the tongue, but it stood out in the other freshman's sentence like a sore thumb. It also brought up inquiries that Breezy needed answered. 'Where' she previously lived was not so much of a mystery. 'When'? That was a different story entirely for a girl who knew what it was like to live in a different time and place.

It was Breezy's turn for her eyes to widen. She tried to play it off, but anyone looking closely would see that this question impacted Breezy in a way that caused her to do a double take. Had Lenita really just referred to her as Anne? Had she really just mentioned John Winthrop? She would have nodded, but instead found words tumbling out of her mouth. "Who are you?"[/color] She blurted out in a stunned voice. Before she answered anything else Lenita asked, she needed the answer to this. Nevertheless...she may not have answered verbally, but her nonverbal actions were likely all that Lenita needed to decipher her own conclusions from this.

Word count: 479
To: Lenita/Leah
Notes: And we're there! XD

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

It had been awhile since the accent shown itself unless you count the times her sister and her were alone usually in their dormitory or when they were together with Benjamin, their older brother. Their native tongue just goes out when they were all there, so it was rare to hear it when they were apart. It was just that when it does with the other times it means a lack of control on her part by her emotions going haywire. It careened out in voice and that means a lot. Truth be told she find it easier to use the dialect of Salem instead of Scottish or the more regional accent though she hated that fact and struggle not to let it into her voicebox and out her mouth. The way it was she would shown, but the fact that it only been a few years since the Ramachanders moved to America is a real trouble, however Tamara gotten the hang of the local language pretty fast and she never saw Benjamin a lot out of the house. She was safe as far as she knows with letting Breezy know about when she move to the United States. "A few years back, I believe," Lenita answered without delay with a slight shrug, saying she and Tamara were fast learners.

She could almost feel her friend's wrath on her behalf when she mention the reverend and she quite agree about how people like Noyes and Winthrop think the way they translated the Bible was correct while other ways; any other way and practice was not only wrong, but is punishable by their laws, not by what G-d might asset as His Laws. "He's such a bastard with his views on the subject and those others shouldn't be allow to preach. The Bible should be open for everybody and anybody who wants to learn their way and with unique skill," she nodded in concurrency.

Patience really at this time her strong suit, especially with what just happen with her sister before she manage to get away from her crutches to be alone, but she would do what she must if it is so happen Breezy wasn't just another kid on the block, but a reincarnate. It would make a lot of sense now that she thinks about it. First the outburst then seeing as two out of three siblings were one and if Breezy was she believe that Justice and Breezy's youngest brother - was it? - was one too, so needed to be watch. Lenita noticed the widen eyes and deciphered that she was right and with that question, she sighed. "Don't you think you basically know?" she said and pulled out a book from a bag and handed it out.

Words: 466
Tags: Breezy Logan
Notes: I think you know what book she handed... It's by a certain author by the name of Arthur Miller.

[Breezy Sapphire Logan]

Surely Lenita had to find Breezy's lack of a solid accent strange as well. It was a common trait amongst those in Riverdale. Some had slight accents when they should not. Others didn't have the accents that geography told them they should. Still others could use accents interchangeably. Breezy didn't know about RSOR as of yet, although she was beginning to suspect that she wasn't alone through Lenita's hints.

Lenita's own rant only served to spur Breezy on more. It wasn't often where Breezy could actually discuss such matters freely, and the fact that Lenita not only agreed with her, but had apparently suffered injustice at the hands of such institutions as well only riled her up more. "Exactly! It's always been open to interpretation, and anyone who says otherwise is fooling themselves!"[/color] Breezy scoffed, then added with an eye roll. "Or, more likely, they're more focused on controlling others and forcing their own beliefs down someone else's throat than realizing that the Bible was written by men, and is therefore open to discussion."[/color] Yes, Breezy felt very strongly on this subject, and having the ability to discuss it with Lenita was doing wonders. At the same time, it was giving Lenita more to work with. How could they have told her that she didn't have a right to worship the way that she did? That was between her and her God!

The question still lingered. Who was Lenita? The fact that Lenita did not respond with a straightforward 'Lenita Zimmerman' showed that Breezy was right, and that there was more to this. Maybe it didn't mean that Lenita was quite like her, but it had to mean something. And Lenita had called her Anne. She'd very deliberately called Breezy by her past name. There was no way that Lenita could have confused her current name with the name Anne. Coupled with the tone with which she said it, and she was positive Lenita at the very least had some idea as to her secret. Now, was Lenita hiding something similar?

A look of puzzlement crossed Breezy's face. "No I don't, otherwise I wouldn't be..."[/color] Her voice trailed off before she could utter the word 'asking', as Lenita handed her a copy of The Crucible. And this seemed to confirm everything on Breezy's end. While she didn't know exactly who Lenita was, the other girl had erupted at a teacher earlier in the year over the Salem Witch Trials, and was now handing Breezy a book on the Salem Witch Trials. The hint was clear. "Which one?"[/color] Breezy asked, staying vague on purpose. If Lenita were like her, she'd know she was asking who Lenita was. If not, Breezy could play it off as a badly worded question. Now, to wait and see.

Word count: 489
To: Lenita/Leah
Notes: Good choice. =P