Head off to school
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| - | ''Will Rachel Faye please report to the principles office'', the school speaker rings. A few murmurs and giggles surface. ''Oh brother...fuck my life'', you think to yourself | + | ''Will Rachel Faye please report to the principles office'', the school speaker rings. A few murmurs and giggles surface. ''Oh brother...fuck my life'', you think to yourself . |
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| - | *[[Hurry through the day, you can't wait for your dance audition!|Hurry through the day, you can't wait for your dance audition]] | + | *[[Hurry through the day, you can't wait for your dance audition!|Hurry through the day, you can't wait for your dance audition!]] |
*[[Go to your Gym class| Go to your Gym class]] | *[[Go to your Gym class| Go to your Gym class]] | ||
Revision as of 21:34, 21 August 2013
You enter the dreaded building and proceed to your locker. "Hey Rachel! Wicked party last night huh?", Abby appears out of nowhere.
"Uh....yeah....it was great.", you reply with a dry mouth.
"I didn't know you would get so WILD. That was so fun.", she laughs. "Your welcome."
"For what?", you smack your lips together, trying to maintain a normal posture. "We drove you home last night? After what YOU did, you couldn't even walk. We carried you back."
"Oh, thanks so much Abby, I get carried away sometimes.", you fake laugh at her. She leaves to her first period class.
Will Rachel Faye please report to the principles office, the school speaker rings. A few murmurs and giggles surface. Oh brother...fuck my life, you think to yourself .
You:
