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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Palm Beach, Florida[/b]
October 6th, 2018[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]By the time Mara had gotten to the dance, one could say she was in a bit of a “mood”. But that was a given after hitting every single red light between her house and her destination, nearly getting in a car accident due to some idiot not paying attention to the road, and Mara herself going over every opinion she had ever had about her so-called dance partner in the past handful of years. The end result was a cocktail of spite and disgust – and when she finally found the man talking amongst the dance attendee’s it took her everything she had from taking the tire wrench from her car’s trunk and breaking his beautiful face.

But mad as she was, and she was very [i]very[/i] mad, she was here to get her “credit” and actually finish school on time. The fact the faculty tried to deliberately screw up her perfect GPA by throwing her in with a troll like Santiago Fernandez was enough to make sure she deliberately complained to the right people after everything was said to done. [i]Somebody[/i] was going to lose their job. Taking a light breath as she walked forward, she attempted to put on her best face, though she couldn’t help but let off some amount of steam. Immediately she shoved her 'date'. 

[color=FFB6C1]“Hey! Asshole. How about the next time you try to pull that kind of stunt you buy me dinner first? Because that shit was not kosher.”[/color]

She narrowed her brows, her arms crossed. [color=FFB6C1]“I have no idea what was going on in that idiot brain of yours, but not all of us are drug-addled losers who want to flunk out of school, got it?”[/color]

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