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[hr][hr][/center]Listening to everyone speak around her it was clear that the game was not worth watching. Last year's had been more fun when Deus was playing and they had someone to root for. Arabella was on the field for cheer, but the girls didn't have much to cheer for. It was a shame that their last Homecoming game was going to end in a big loss. Oh well, it was only football after all. When Isaac spoke, Bernie leaned back into his knees and looked up at him, she stuck her tongue out at him before leaning forward again, [color=b3463e][b]"Yeah, I'm with all you guys. Let's bounce."[/b][/color] 

Bernie laughed at Rob and DJ's antics, specifically Rob's outlandish dancing. The two were definitely lifting the groups spirits as they were usually good at. Bernie pulled her cellphone from her jacket pocket as she quickly texted to Ara that some of them were heading inside, and others were going to be heading with Rob back home to change into more fashionable clothes. Bernie had not planned really for dressing up tonight, she was putting most of her money elsewhere, and besides- Prom would be way more important in the scheme of school dances, right?

Getting up from the cold bleachers, Bernie exclaimed- [color=b3463e][b]"Okay, see you perverts later! I'm going inside before I die of ammonia or whatever that disease that makes your lungs pop is called."[/b][/color] she expressed, clearly not knowing what the proper pronunciation or complications of pneumonia were. Climbing down the bleachers, the group was split into people going with Rob and people going into the school.

The dance was not ready as people on the student council scurried inside the gym placing decorations and setting up the inside bleachers. A place to have people sit on waiting for a special someone to ask them to dance, or perhaps a place to just rest tired legs from dancing. The student council had decided on the very typical theme of "Winter Wonderland" and the several shades of blue and white was a clear indication of that. Construction paper snow flakes were haphazardly taped everywhere, and the tech team had been busy at work making just the right lighting. It was a teenager's dream come true, surely!

Bernie removed her coat, hat, and mittens- shoving them into the sleeve as she passed it towards one of her peers who was doing a makeshift coat check in the outer hallway. Her simple outfit would be revealed; a pair of black leggings and a soft pink over sized, off shoulder sweater. Ivan Santos passed her a name tag for her to write her name on. She wrote in all capitals; BERNIE B♡ before handing it back to him. He pressed it on to her jacket, signifying her jacket. Ivan then placed a bright blue wrist band around her wrist telling staff she was a student here, and not a student from a neighboring town's school trying to get in on the action. [color=b3463e][b]"Thanks Ivan."[/b][/color] she complimented, and he returned a friendly smile, and a reminder that the dance would not be ready for another twenty minutes at least.

Walking off to the side slightly, Bernie leaned against the wall waiting for the friends who came with her to finish checking their coats.