Title: Concentrics
Author: Amiroq. the KiTfox
Email: fitchett@netaccess.co.nz
Rating: PG-13 for language
Codes: A
Size: 3k
Teaser: A young B'Elanna decides that a recent fight with her mother is the last straw.

Author's Note: This was written during one of my moods; just imagine you are our Lanna and it may make more sense.


'Concentrics'


I caress the stone in my hand roughly, working at the surface, smoothing away the wrinkles. I clench my fist tightly around it suddenly. God, I don't think I've ever been so angry.

How dare she think I could ever be a Klingon warrior? I *hate* Klingons. All of them. Including her. Especially her. I'm obviously not what she wants in a daughter, so why should I do what she wants? Why *can't* I be an engineer?

Because she ruined it all. She *destroyed* my work, when it was nearly finished. I could have been top in my class, I know it. How in hell am I meant to qualify now? Stupid bitch. Thinks she knows everything.

I pull my arm back, flinging the stone into the air with as much strength as I can muster. It lands in the pond, causing a series of concentric circles to waft lazily out toward the shores. Why should I even stay here? I have enough money to get a ride to Earth. I could try the entrance exam for the Academy. Maybe I could be an Engineer.

She won't give a fuck.

FINIS