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Post by amanda on Feb 13, 2011 15:27:20 GMT -5
When Amanda had first seen the list of the dance partners she was pretty upset about it. A guy? The school knew she couldn't stand being anywhere near men. Well certain men anyway, like ones she has yet to meet espically. A few at the school were okay with her. Like that Jeff guy he was alright, Adrian and just maybe one or two more. But that was about all, most guys still scared the crap out of her and she wasn't even sure why she was here at this exact moment. There were a lot of guys here, one that she was personally going with. Because he apparently thought her worth money but whatever. She'd stay here for a little while, make it look like she is 'better' then ditch.
So she dressed up because hell she couldn't give up the opportunity to do so. Yes it sometimes seemed that Amanda was a punk rock girl who rather wear jeans then a dress. But deep inside she loved to wear dresses. She just couldn't not unless 'forced' to do so. Because she had to keep up her bad girl persona not that many people in this stupid school fell for it. Not like back in real life anyway.
So she walked into the dance and looked around, where was Gaby? Adrian? Hell she couldn't even spot Hope. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, she had been worrying about this dance and the bad things that might come out of it, and because of that she walked over to the drinks and grabbed a cup of punch. Sipping it she looked around and wished she was in a room. Alone. With her music. It'd be a happier time then this. Hell she wanted a smoke.
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