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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-wGMlSuX_c]I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds.
I heard people die while they are trying to find them[/url]

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She had spent some time with a lively and energetic latin dancer after Diablo's party.  Her nights had been filled with passion and her days of languid doting.  All good things had to come to an end so she went back to school and did all the things she was supposed to. Behaved rather well, for Penny at least.  This was what had caused her to come to the assembly.  Had to show up and be a model student after all. A good girl.  She had missed quite a few days all ready.  Nothing Daddy Donny couldn't fix though.

The curly haired girl sat in the front, her body a little turned so that the students behind her could get a good view of her form.  At least she would give them something nice to look at instead of the crochety president and Mrs. Something or another with cobwebs up her vagina.  She yawned lazily, placing a dainty hand over her mouth before stretching up in the hopes that someone might enjoy the show.

The talking started and Penny mostly drowned it out.  She twisted her hair around her fingers and watched the woman speak as if she were relaying some sort of exciting news.  It wasn't until she had announced how homecoming couples were to be assigned that Penny sat bolt upright and glowered.  What in the bloody fucking hell.  Didn't she realize most students would have dates by this point?  This would ruin everything!  She would have to get a new dress to match her new beau.  Or wait.  A new dress.  Perhaps not so bad.

When the name of her match was called in conjunction with her own, Penny's brain seemed to stall.

[i]Who the fuck?
Why the fuck?
Was he good looking?
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She looked around behind her to see if she could tell which stranger it was.  Nope.  No idea.  She groaned and leaned back in her chair, dramatically.  Penny was already done with today.


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Fly away on my zephyr
I feel it more than ever
And in this perfect weather
We’ll find a place together
Fly on my wind[/url]
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The announcement of the assembly was enough to throw the poor girl off her entire game.  She spent the rest of English uncomfortable.  She shifted in her chair often, tapped her hand hardly against her leg hard enough to bruise.  She barely took notice of Jordan even.  When class was over she stuffed all of her things away before dashing to the art room.  Here she found solace.  The familiar scent of charcoal and oil paints, the way the sun came through the windows to catch on the glittery floor, and the comforting feel of a paint brush in her hands.  She was working on a fairly new painting.  It was full of bright colors and flowing lines.  An extremely realistic image of a quiet river in the forest.  A bright form came in and began to add surreal colors to the painting.  Where the light touched turned the river tumultuous.

When the assembly finally started, Bea could not stand to be in the building.  Instead she moved out to the edge of the parking lot and sat on the streetcurb.  Here she lit up a smoke and lost herself in a world of drawing.  It started out with the view across the way.  As her body calmed with each inhale of the sweet smoke she flipped the page and began drawing a face.  It was somewhat abstract in that littler images of things made it up.  Things like icecream cones dripping icecream, casset tapes, and flying kites.  While still unfinished the likeness of this collage portrait was similar to Jordan.

A shadow fell over her and she removed her ear buds to hear the last of the sentence.  Looking up to reveal her paint smudged face she responded,  [color=E0633C][b]"Well, a lot of things are bad for me.  Apparently.  Everyday there is a new silent killer on the news.  I mean, vaccines have done enough damage according to some.  Nothing at all to do with the fact it runs in my family."[/b][/color]  Bea breathed in deeply and exhaled the smoke away from Jordan.  She flipped the sketchbook closed and tucked it away.  Her heart was doing that weird fluttery race that worried her.  But she did not want to worry Jordan.  [color=E0633C][b]"Take a sit,"[/b][/color] she patted the curb beside her.  [color=E0633C][b]"Want something to eat?  What did the powers that be want?"[/b][/color]