525,600 Minutes

Lucy

Jennifer Walters is the ultimate parent. She's the mom who everyone at Lucy's school wishes they had. She has the room for the fancy parties and fights for Lucile no matter how many times she's failed math class or landed in the principal's office last year. She saves every penny she makes to invest in two things; her home, and her daughter.

The teenage lover of all things theater, is currently killing it in her Friday afternoon session and of course Jennifer is there to watch. As per her agreement with the owner she is once again in her human form, against her wishes, and struggling to be tall enough for the observation window.

The eager mom has no problem pushing a much taller dad to the side with a halfhearted apology.

When Jennifer hears the teacher announce that the infamous Lucile Jameson will be bumped front and center yet again, she scrambles. Her eyes light up when she locates a step stool and pushes away that same irritating dad one more time.

Everyone in the community knows exactly who Jen is and in this particular studio they have a love/hate relationship. Walters is pretty sure there's a photo of her in the back with a huge red slash through it. She's a vocal dance mom who wants the best for her daughter who is easily the top student and the envy of the other families.

Jen cheers loudly when she spots her daughter and Lucy acknowledges her mom with a wide smile through the reflection in the mirror.

She's built differently from the other thirteen year olds. Solid and toned on the same workout regiment as Jennifer. Her face is built like her mother's with a naturally pouting lip and high cheekbones. Her 'brown' eyes almost glow a dark shade of gold, a unique feature no other kid in her school has. But she likes to stand out with her dark haired floppy banged pixie cut currently a shade of dark blue. She's on the shorter side, but full of personality. Especially when she's dancing, eager to make her mom proud.

Jennifer offers a thumbs up in response to Lucy's nonverbal cues to spotting her mother, just in time for the studio owner to show up with her nasally lecture;

"Ma'am? Mrs. Jameson? We can't have you blocking our hallway."

She addresses the woman without blinking, "I cover your rent at $85 per class, per month and Lucy is here every night for five and a half hours. So you can do the math. But we can go somewhere else if you're okay losing your top student and, oh, all those new families who started attending once recital ended hoping to meet she-hulk."

The woman sighs with a glare, "You signed a waiver before you entered the building. If you fall, you cannot sue."

She smiles, "You are so sweet. As a paying client I'd like to watch my daughter now."

"As long you don't scream-."

"You got this Lucy! Woah!"

After the class Lucy is quick to find her mother, large dance duffle over her shoulder;

"Mom! Did you see the combo?"

"I did and you were on fire."

She chuckles, brushing her bangs, "Thanks!"

Jen finds her keys, green painted fingernails tying her hair back, "You pack your swimsuit?""

Lucy nods, "Hell yeah! Is dad coming?"

Jen groans and starts her car, "Maybe. We're in the middle of a fight kiddo."

Lucy drops her head back against her seat, "Mommm. What'd you do."

"Nothing! Don't worry about it... I'm sure he'll show up."

"Whhhyyy."

Jennifer shrugs with her mouth open. She and Lucy might be mother and daughter but they're also best friends, "Don't get angry."