Lavender: A strong woman
I may not be the best person in the world, but ain't nobody better than me at dancing.
I try to steer away from the 's' word. It does nothing but put me in a bad mood.
»Marrisa, your outfit looks so pretty today, you literally look like an angel.« Sasha, known as Jasmine to the watchers, greets me as I enter the locker room. I look at her with a serious expression, and we both burst out laughing.
»Angel of death, maybe.«
»Lucifer.« she snorts and I laugh along.
Coincidentally, this club has a rule that the dancers must pick flower-themed names. I could've picked my real name and no one would suspect a thing.