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[color=dc143c][i]Let's heat it up with this number![/i][/color]

Dana's breath was leaving her in short, staccato gasps, but her exhales were little more than afterthoughts; it was oxygen that mattered, oxygen to her brain, keeping the fire in her eyes and heart lit. Normally she was up and out before the dawn hour, but this morning she had chosen to sleep in. An ill portent had struck her the night before, a feeling that the day she would be confronting when she opened her eyes would be a hellish one, better spent in bed until the storm blew over. Her heart had been fluttering while she rolled from side to side, reclined on her back, and tried to pinpoint what exactly the clenched feeling beneath the surface of her chest was. When she finally determined it was, in fact, a fearful impulse - the idea of hiding from the real world underneath her covers, maybe exchanging cute texts with Shiloh and Cass, or having Lola provide her status updates from relative safety - she felt her blood start to literally [i]boil,[/i] and her sleep became a frightful place, full of angry nightmares and bizarre details.

She could feel her heart fluttering now, and it brought her a vengeful glee. A giant grin had unfurled across her face. She was burning the cowardice right out of that motherfucker.

[color=dc143c][i]Ready?
O K! 
Here we go![/i][/color]

[color=dc143c][i]Academic probation.[/i][/color] The thought made her feel as though she was choking on her own hot blood. Where she came from, if some dried up bitch had attempted to do that to her, a blanket ban sprayed with all the efficacy and care of a Gatling gun, she would have found herself in a steakhouse after hours, being held down and served her own...her own [i]fucking fingers![/i] Yeah! Like diced cucumber! Her feet began pounding the pad beneath her, and she thought she imagined a faint acrid stench in her nostrils, like a tire fire. Good. The idea that her socks were on fire, or that she was scorching the pad beneath her, was a delusion Dana could get behind. It would only motivate her.

[color=dc143c][i]Academic probation.[/i][/color] Forget that she hadn't even fucking been there, she wasn't even sure who had done what! Oh, there was the video online, but that? That was a fight! Fights were an expression of poetry through the body, a good way to get off steam, they were...they were just [i]fights![/i] Hardly worth a drastic blanket punishment over the whole grade! Let that wrinkled cunt Beaumonte grapple with four goons trying to pull her into the back of a Kei van and see what she thought about showing a little [i]fucking fight.[/i] [color=dc143c][i]I miss Kobe.[/i][/color]

Although judging by the looks of that party, it was Shibuya she [i]really[/i] should have been missing. 

Feet flying, Dana stuck a thin index finger out and pointed it in a wide radius, soaking in the worship of an imaginary audience. Her hand rose up to her face, forming a two-fingered V over her eyes as the sirens and BPM of her challenge song rose, rose, [color=ed1c24][i]rooooose--[/i][/color]

[i]dropped.[/i]

[color=dc143c][i]I'm so impressed I could [b]cry![/b] Thank you [b]very[/b] much for your [b]best[/b] dance![/i][/color]

[color=dc143c][i][b]Academic probation.[/b][/i][/color]

Her feet were a blur for the final flurry, and then she had conquered [i]PARANOiA Revolution.[/i]

Dana was staring at her immaculate score, slim chest heaving underneath the tank top she'd thrown on to game. There was sweat across her brow and arms, and she felt as though her legs had been tackled out from under her by those damned meatheads from the party, but that was alright. What was important was the cowardice in her heart - namely, that she didn't feel it one bit. Dana felt as though she had volcanos for limbs and a geyser for a heart. [color=dc143c][i]Fuck yeah. Motherfucking fuck yeah.[/i][/color]

She plopped backwards from her pad, landing on her disheveled-looking mattress and grabbing for her phone. She'd skipped a text from her mother, around the time her mother knew she would be up exercising. She would normally be afraid that Kikuko had wrecked her own sleep schedule, but the woman had always kept odd hours. When she was young Dana thought it had meant her mom was a superhero.

[pre]To: Mom
school is going well. i am with all my friends 
:)[/pre]
Her heart wasn't calming down one bit. Good. Let it suffer.

[pre]To: Cassi
what the fuck. that foul evil bitch. i will slay her before they can deport me
motherfucker. what the hell even happened
how could she fucking do thi sto us
*do this
fuck. bitch
did you do anything??[/pre]
[color=dc143c][i]Fuck. He will know I'm upset.[/i][/color] That was all she needed, that moody Korean pout in her face on a day when she would need friends more than ever - to tie that old bitch up in the trunk of a car and feed her to sharks.

[pre]To: Cassi
:)
:)
(●♡∀♡)[/pre]
[color=dc143c][i]Fooled him.[/i][/color]