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[sub]Featuring: [color=fef929]Charity Spencer[/color]
Location: Charity's Bedroom[/sub][/center]

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Charity was sat at her desk, with her head in her hands. If this job were easy, there'd be no point. God puts these things on Earth to test us. After the Weekend Warrior's blog post, there wasn't any need to inform anybody else about this story, but if the school newspaper didn't address the kicking off the team of one of it's best football players and there reasons for it, questions would be asked. On the other hand, the details were incredibly messy and borderline incriminating in several cases. The facts needed to be cleaned up. That's why Trixie had handed this piece to her. Cleaning bitchy gossip into a wholesome staff-friendly article was what she did. But this was not bitchy gossip. This was something else entirely.

She looked up, sighed and crossed herself, and looked back at her computer screen. Open on it was the blog post in question by the weekend warrior, titled 'Beverly Hills High’s Big Gay Bashing Bonanza'. Sensationalist clickbait of the highest order, and Charity did not like the Weekend Warrior or her attitude, but a lot of these observations were right, and true. Charity had enough opinions on the party to make her own blogpost on the situation, and she'd call it 'The Snake Pit'. But this article was to be to stark opposite of that theoretical popularity-suicide.

After staring at her word document, which was currently at a mere 50-ish words and they were just notes and structure planning, Charity resolved that she'd need to find out more information from a trusted source; one of Charity's best friends, Miriam Archer. The two were inseparable Church Girls. They always went to mass together, but recently Miriam had become distant, and Charity knew that she had gone to the party from bits of idle gossip. She hadn't addressed the point until now, opting to give her friend some space, but no. It was time to confront her about this. Charity did not believe that Miriam was giving in to temptation. Her spirit was far too strong for that. There must be another reason, and now she finally had a reason to muster the bravery and strength to ask her friend about the party.

She'd have to write as much as she could, and show that to Trixie, and hope it appeases her enough to give her the time she needs to finish this. She looked at what she had so far;

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After crossing herself again, she returned her face to the palms of her hands and groaned, before reciting the full lord's prayer.[b][/b]