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[right][sup][color=#FF3D01][b]LOCATION[/b][/color] — Carver Household — Horton Residence
[color=#FF3D01][b]INTERACTING WITH[/b][/color] — [color=f06eaa]Olivia Horton[/color] ([@SpicyMeatball])
[color=#FF3D01][b]MENTIONS[/b][/color] — Abraham Carver
[color=#FF3D01][b]TIME[/b][/color] — 11:20 PM[/sup][/right][center]
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[sub][b][color=#FF3D01]{[/color] [/b][color=#F4EEE2]"[url=https://youtu.be/Ge4BEdyZ8bM][color=#F4EEE2]So tell my enemies that they can't injure me
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[/center][hr][hr]After a very eventful afternoon and evening, Anna decided to spend the rest of her day moping around her house. She would have done so earlier, right after she'd left the Brady Pub, if it weren't for her exasperating father; he called Annalise right after she'd retrieved her skateboard from home and started towards the nearby park, requesting that she come assist him and a couple of others in putting up a few last minute decorations around town. The young woman begrudgingly obliged, trading her board for the bike once more and slowly pedaling to her father's office. By the time her father allowed her to leave, the sun had already set, which meant that she wouldn't be able to take that trip to the skate park, after all. Instead, she headed straight home and settled for a large bowl of mint chocolate ice cream and a Harry Potter marathon. She lay on their living room couch, her blanket wrapped warm and snug around her body like a human burrito as she admired the good looks of Draco Malfoy. Thankfully, her mother was out doing whatever it was that she did when she wasn't working, so she had the entire house to herself. She was actually about to see what some of her friends were up to when she received a text message from none other than Olivia Horton. [color=#FF3D01]"Hell yeah,"[/color] Anna muttered under her breath as she typed out a quick response, her acrylic nails tapping loudly against the glass. 

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The two girls texted back and forth for a minute before Anna rolled off the couch, unwrapped herself from the blanket, and practically sprinted up the staircase to her bedroom. In swift motions, Anna grabbed an overnight bag from the top of her closet and stuffed it with a few essentials: toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, lotion, perfume, makeup, curling iron, pajamas, heels, and multiple clubbing outfits just so that she'd have a few options to choose from. Soon, it was about thirteen minutes past eleven, and Anna's overnight bag had been filled to its capacity; you would've thought that she was packing for another road trip. Before walking out to her car, Anna jotted down a quick note on the dry erase board that hung on their refrigerator, telling her parents that she'd be sleeping over at Olivia's house and that she'd see them in the morning. Sure, Anna was an adult in the eyes of the law, but she wasn't [i]crazy[/i] enough to think that she could come stumbling into her house at three or four in the morning without facing some sort of consequence from her parents.

Anna sped down the road, as usual, her radio on full blast and her windows rolled down. The wind blew her hair in all directions as she cruised down the street; she only slowed down when she spotted a police cruiser sitting on a corner up ahead. While she knew that the chances of her getting pulled over were slim thanks to her family's connections, she did know that word of her speeding would get back to her father quicker than a politician forgets his promises after election day; she didn't feel like having to deal with her father's lectures and her mother's attitude. As she pulled into the driveway of the Horton family residence, she quickly rolled the windows back up and turned down her music. [color=#FF3D01]"I'm here,"[/color] Anna unconsciously spoke aloud as she typed the message to Olivia and grabbed her duffel and purse from the backseat.  

Anna didn't even have to knock after she'd reached the door; it opened as soon as she stepped onto the first stair. [color=#FF3D01]"What in the hell did you do to your [i]hair?[/i]"[/color] Anna stared in shock at her friend that stood in the doorway. Her bewildered expression, however, was immediately replaced by a broad grin. [color=#FF3D01]"I love it. Hurry up, let's go get ready. I have to put on my face."[/color]

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