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I don't care what think as long as its about me ..... ◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱
Samantha arrived the locker room, not knowing what to do really. She had 5 huge shopping bags and a concerned look. The dance was practically around the corner and she didnt had a date yet. She had a certain someone she could ask in mind, a small blush covering her cheeks.
No no no that would be stupid to actually think he would as me that! she said to herself, shaking her head to take her mind out of that thought. She placed the bags down as she was going to change bandages here, thinking it was the only safe place she could. she took her leather jacket off and before raising her shirt up she scanned the area, feeling some heat around the area. She sighed and instead of taking her shirt off she raised her eye patch. Her goldenrod eye scanning the area until spotting where the heat came from.
Oi you!!! Whatcha doing here! she yelled obviously angered by the guy, holding herself from actually hitting him. She sighed and turned around beginning to walk off.
But if you're gonna peek, hide your scent at least. she said giving a salute before walking off. Obviously needing a place to hide her stuff.
=exits=
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....The best of us can find happiness in misery! ◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱◾🔱
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{Kristi before makeover}
