[Belle]

Malia sighed looking through her closet picking who she wanted to be for the day, her personalities came into person when her father died, replacing the void was her different people "mom, where's my black beret?" she called out
"On your shelf!" her mother called back walking in "how many people must you have? just be you, that's what he would have wanted" she said leaning on the door frame dressed in a orange oriental patterned robe
"but mom, this is how I cope" she said softly putting on her wig and jersey "beside's I'll tell the rest of them around the end of the season"
"do you promise Malia Jean?" She asked her orange hair flying every which way
"yes mother. I'll see you later" she said softly walking out of the house