Trouble AheadSamura aged up into a lovely teenager, piling on the dark eye shadow a little heavier than she normally would, but then, you only get to be a teen once right?
She even tried getting up to some teenage high-jinks. Partying late nights at the local dive bar.
Which, admittedly, wasn't as fun once Sasha grew up and left the household. Who else would she sing karaoke with?
Not to mention that Sasha had been her partner in crime when it came to rigging the local doorbells with the latest in innovative pranks.
She'd gotten in trouble, and Samura took her lumps well.
But the truth was, Samura had never been born to be a rebel. Her antics were really more out of a sense obligation--that she owed it to herself to at least try it all out once. At the end of the day, a warm mudbath was really more her style, and she was ready to grow up again.
Tris, meanwhile, had her hands full of her own problems.
Not only was she suddenly in charge of raising a troublesome teenager, her love life was a bore.
The locals in Midnight Hollow sure had some funny notions about dating.
Tris: "This is your idea of a good time? Meeting you on an empty lot to watch you brood?"
Random Townie: "I know, so artistic, right?"
Tris: "Ugh. Beatniks."
Then one rainy afternoon it seemed like her luck had changed for the better. Earnest Lau-Poirot had asked her out on a date after a bit of online chatting.
He was handsome, no doubt, and Tris found herself a puddle of mush gazing into those gorgeous doe eyes of his.
There was just one problem: he was
evil. No holds barred, evil. While neurotic Tris shuddered in fright because of the thunder, Earnest just threw up his hands and laughed with malicious glee.
Sasha did her best to "talk a little sense into her."
Sasha: "He's bad news, sis." She insisted, gritting her teeth and digging in a bit harder. "Just stay away, okay?"
Tris: "I know, but--ow! That really hurt!"
Still, it didn't seem like her advice had done any good. Tris kept visiting that bar, and soon it was starting to show.
