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[sub][url=https://youtu.be/YTtrnDbOQAU]Don't Touch My Hair[/url][/sub]
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[sub][color=#D2652C]Location:[/color] King's Academy
[color=#D2652C]Interacting with:[/color] Julie MacMillan, Aurelio Astor[/sub][/center][indent][indent][indent][hr][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][color=gray][i]"Oh, good morning, Chanel! Your hair looks so [i]pretty[/i] today."[/i][/color]

Something told Chanel Martin to jerk her head away as soon as she heard those few words come from the seat behind her; she ended up doing so as a learned reflex. The young woman quickly turned around in her seat to spot the hand of none other than Amelia Bradshaw suspended in mid-air, her fingers poised to curl around a thick lock of Chanel's hair. The two stared at each other for a brief moment as a million negative thoughts began to race through Chanel's mind; in the end, however, she simply offered Amelia a fake smile and a slight tilt of her head. [color=#D2652C][b]"Thanks, girl. You already know how I like to do."[/b][/color]

It wasn't an unusual occurrence for Chanel, especially given her tendency to wear some of the most unconventional wigs she could find; she was used to the stares she'd earn from across the room, the questions she'd receive from those bold enough to ask, and the unwarranted hair-touching she'd have to endure with a phony smile plastered on her face so that she wouldn't be seen as antagonistic. Today, Chanel had worn one of her brand new, platinum blonde wigs, and while it wasn't as outlandish as most of her others, this one did somehow manage to greatly complement her skin complexion and makeup for the day. And although she did wholeheartedly agree with Amelia's original statement, that [b]did not[/b] make it okay for her to run her bony little fingers through Chanel's handiwork. [color=#D2652C]"[i]What makes you think you can just touch my hair without asking?[/i]"[/color] Chanel wanted so badly to say to the girl. [color=#D2652C][i]"Bitch, does this look like a petting zoo to you?"[/i][/color] But instead, Chanel just settled back into her seat and waited for the first bell to ring; she decided that she'd rather not start off her day on a negative note.

It was when Chanel's homeroom teacher finally arrived that she was notified that her presence was requested at the auditorium for an emergency assembly along with the rest of her classmates. Without hesitation, Chanel rose from her seat, grabbed her purse, and made a beeline for the auditorium. As usual, Chanel chose an empty seat near the front of the room and left two open seats on either side of her, one for Julie and one for April. Julie was the first to arrive at her seat next to Chanel; the young woman offered her best friend a small smile as she plopped down. Shortly after that, Mrs. Chamberlain began her spiel about what went down at homecoming. Chanel tuned out most of what their principal was saying; in fact, she didn't even bother to look up from her cell phone until the old lady mentioned something about cancelling prom.

[color=CF5685][i]“Who cares?”[/i][/color] Julie whispered in Chanel's ear as the crowd of Seniors began to erupt in protest, but Chanel certainly didn't share the same sentiment. While homecoming may have been a bit of a disaster, Chanel was determined to have the time of her life at her first and last prom. She'd been looking forward to the challenge of creating a dress suitable enough for the occasion, as well as the opportunity to max out her uncle's credit card on accessories, expensive dinners, and maybe even a limousine. Oh, and don't get her [i]started[/i] on the idea of being part of the royal court, let alone being crowned Prom Queen. There was no way in Hell that she was gonna let Chamberlain ruin her chances of earning her crown.

After a little more rambling, the principal finally announced who had been voted as Homecoming King and Queen; while Chanel was slightly disappointed that it wasn't her name that had been called, she was truly happy for her best friend. After giving the redhead a slight nudge in the back, Chanel watched with a bright smile as Julie made her way to the stage with Santiago; as the photographer took his pictures, Chanel did the same on her own cell phone. The young woman was too busy typing out a caption for her Snapchat story to even notice what was going on with Santiago as he stood on the stage; this was why she simply flashed Julie a confused expression when the girl returned to her original seat and uttered a few more words under her breath. [color=CF5685][i]“I have something huge,"[/i][/color] she'd told her, [color=CF5685][i]"April is going to flip!”[/i][/color] But before Chanel could ask any further questions, Principal Chamberlain began to speak once more, and for the next three hours, Chanel would try her hardest to stay awake while idly listening to those three long, graphic lectures. 

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Chanel left the auditorium, like everyone else, with a small plastic bag full of condoms and lube; the young woman simply shoved them in the bottom of her purse as she began to make her way towards the cafeteria. Somewhere along the way she lost sight of Julie, so Chanel just decided to grab her lunch and find her at their spot afterwards. As usual, the school lunch looked pretty unappetizing; Chanel mentally scolded herself as she forked out a few dollars in exchange for the limp french fries and turkey burger. [color=#D2652C][b]"God, even McDonald's would've tasted better than this shit,"[/b][/color] Chanel muttered to herself after tossing one of the cold fries into her mouth, [color=#D2652C][b]"Do they not believe in using [i]salt?[/i]"[/b][/color]

Soon, Chanel was exiting the cafeteria and heading to the trinity table in the courtyard. It was when she finally glanced up from her cell phone that she saw a familiar looking boy sitting at their table; Julie stood next to him, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed. It wasn't until after Chanel drew a bit closer that she finally realized who the boy was. [color=#D2652C][b]"Am I finally starting to lose my fucking mind?"[/b][/color] Chanel said all of a sudden as she placed her tray down on the table next to the large boy. [color=#D2652C][b]"I've got to be going crazy, because there's no [i]fucking[/i] way... [i]Reli?[/i]"[/b][/color]

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