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[right][hr][sub][color=E0633C][b]Location: Home ===> Grocery Store
Interactions: Texting with Georgia and Aaliyah
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The first person to get back to her was Georgie.  What a good kid.  The young woman quickly tapped back that she would likely start movies up around 4:00 pm but she was welcome to come earlier if she should like.  The second was Aaliyah.  In response, Bea tapped back something about B-horror movies or some such.  They could all decide when everyone got there what shitty films they wanted to see.  Bea thought about whether or not to attempt to make something or order pizza.  When in doubt, pizza it was.  Bea was no cook and she did not pretend to be.  Rather than potentially burn down the kitchen she would just get together some snacks.

It would mostly be about talking.  That was what girls did right?  And boy did Bea have a lot of feelings she needed to get off of her chest.  Not she knew how to express them or where to start.  But hopefully, someone would know what was going on.  Poor thing thought she was dying.  She ruffled her hands through her curls as she spent some time with her morning exercise of dance as well as a brief practice of the cheer routine they had just been introduced to.  She then spent some time painting.  She barely noticed the smudges on her face and hands as she delved deeply into her work.  A human form, bent backward in a graceful pose as an explosion ripped from her chest.  The explosion was all bright oranges and color.  The rest of the painting was muted - simple blues and greys.

After a good, cathartic painting session Bea got dressed in a pair of shorts and a simple tank before heading to the local grocery.  There she picked up essential snacks, sodas, and juice.  Whatever it was kids these days ate.  At least, she tried her best to guess.  For the most part, she tended to do alright.  She generally didn't eat these sorts of foods.  There was always that odd snack out though.  She went through the check out line, bland-faced and ready to be back home.