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Brandon opened an eye to look at who had spoken to him. Seeing it was an unfamiliar girl, he sighed more out of exhaustion than annoyance. "Oh I'm just peachy. Yeah nothing gets me goin like saving some jock I hate then everyone STILL pretty much hates me" he said sarcastically.

[Guest]

A few people went with Carlos away from the gathering. After a little while, the crowd broke apart and the evening party resumed its activities. As Carlos and the others kicked the ball about and conversed, they headed further down the beach, away from the majority of the people. There, they saw a small group and a few recognizable faces. Carlos left his small band of people to talk to the other group. There were three girls and two guys -- one of them was the guy who looked drenched. He must've been the one who played savior earlier! He also noticed the fast chick who was in three of his four classes.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen!" Carlos said, projecting his voice so the other boy a bit farther away could hear, "How would you [brandon, Dalton, Emily, Abby, and Maureena] like to join us for a good ol' kickabout?"

 

They all stared rather lazily at him.

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Abby was in a dream-state as her head spun with fantasies involving her and her teacher. Someone had clearly been watching too many day-time dramas. His body was majestic and perfectly defined, rivaling only his face. Abby sighed as she got up to talk to him, "h-hey Mr.Bates." Abby blushed, "what are you doing here?"

"Hello ladies and gents. Wanna join us for a good ol' kickabout?" The voice almost made Abby gag, it was Carlos. How dare he interrupt her fairy tale.

"What is your problem Carlos!? Is football/soccer the only thing you think about? This is the beach. The sand is full of sex and passion." Emily, who had a noticeably athletic build, seemed eager to join; as did Mr.Bates. Nooooooo. Abby shook her head is disappointment and she walked over to where Dalton was sitting and grabbed onto his arm, "you guys go ahead. Me and Dalton are going to chill her for a bit." Abby smiled cheerfully as she rested her head against Dalton's shoulder.

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"I'll join," Emily said a bit louder than usual, raising her hand. She walked over to the guy asking, who's name was apparently Carlos.

 

"You guys go ahead. Me and Dalton are going to chill here for a bit." Emily looked back at the girl. Sex and passion, Emily thought, She better not try to pull something on Dalton while I'm gone...

 

"Aren't you in my PE class?" Emily whispered once more.

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Brandon shook his head, too tired to do anything right now. Not like he'd go anyway even if he was alright. He rolled his eyes as abby walked off with Dalton, "Careful Dalton, don't let her rape you" he called out snidely, glaring at Abby.

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As Daniel approached the beach, he noticed the beach of mostly filled with wild teenagers, many of which were his own students. He could sense all the girls' eyes on him and he knew they were all checking out his sexy muscular body. Abby got up to talk to him, but before he could notice, he rushed over to join the soccer/football game. "I'll have time for impressing girls later," Dan thought to himself. Right now, he wanted to play an awesome game and show off his skills.

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"Brandon! Please keep your fantasies to those lonely long showers." Abby shouted back with a teasing wink and a quick giggle. "Excuse our lover's quarrels, he's just SO sexually frustrated." Abby said in response to the confusion in Dalton's eyes. Abby watched as Carlos and Emil began to converse. "You're sister right? Well, I wouldn't let any sister of mine have anything to do with that scumbag." Abby paused for a moment, "you're new so I don't expect you to know. Carlos is a major player. The kind of guy that hooks-up with girls and doesn't call them back. He probably doesn't even remember the name of half of his flings." Abby looked sad, "poor girl. Did you hear how eager that 'I'll join' was? She's under his spell already." Edited May 26, 2012 by Shankveld

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Maureena was sitting silently, watching the scene play out.

Sometimes she felt as if she wasn't there at all- just part of the background.

Her heart beat slowly, and she felt the world spinning.

She hadn't smoked or drank anything yet, so this was a surprise.

Shaking her head, she turned to Brandon.

"I think my ankle is really hurt. I'll have to stay here for the night."

She smiled.

 

Brittany, on the other side of the beach, had decided that she was not drunk, and that her sister looked sad.

She decided to go over and comfort her.

Stumbling along, she finally made it up to Maureena.

"Maurrr. Why you look shooo shaaaad?"

She was slurring her words- but she didn't know it.

"What the hell, Britt? Are you drunk?"

"Noooo... I didn't even have anything to drinkkk yettt..."

"Okay, you're drunk. Go lay down or something.."

"Nooo.. I have to knowww why you're sho shaddd.."

"I'm not sad. Go away."

"You are! You always areee.. But you don't wanna let anyone knowww.."

"Shut the fuck up."

Maureena glared at her sister.

"You even have those scars on your wrishtsss..."

Maureena's mouth opened, but no words came out.

She tried again a few times, but it wasn't happening.

Finally, she pushed Brittany onto the sand and flipped her off.

"Well, I may have scars, but at least I'm not a virgin!"

She shouted, letting everyone know her sisters secret.

That sobered Brittany up.

"What? I-I'm not a v-virgin.."

Maureena laughed.

"Yeah. Sure you aren't. And you're also not a lesbian."

Brittany jumped up and smacked her sister, hard.

Maureena smacked Brittany in return, and then they both just stood there glaring.

Until Brittany punched Maureena in the face.

Then all hell broke loose.

There were fists flying, and legs kicking, hair was being pulled, insults being thrown.

It was chaos.

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Emily stared at the two girl in shock. She ran over to them. "Please, stop fighting!" She said in little more than a whisper. They ignored her and continued fighting. "Please, stop!" She said a little louder. Still ignored her...

 

"WOULD YOU TWO GET OFFA EACH OTHER?!" She shouted at them, her southern accent heard loud and clear. She grabbed them both by the hands and pulled them off of each other. Her strength made this rather easy. "You two stay away from each other!" She said in a normal volume.

Edited May 27, 2012 by Eximius Terribilis

[Strong Hooves 289]

Brandon got up and helped hold the two back, Brandon held back Maureena and Emily held back Brittany, "Dammit, I was hoping for some fucking quiet here!! Can you two quit this?" he yelled angrily, glaring at the two.

[Guest]

In response to Brandon:

"By the way, bro. That was a pretty sick 'concerned bystander' stunt you pulled there. It's good to know you saved a life -- right?" Carlos smiled, hoping the kid would brighten up about the fact that he just prevented someone's death.

 

He then processed what Abby had said. The sand is for sex and passion? Carlos thought, Nasty. Who'd even want-- nope, not going there.

 

Moving on to the only person who accepted:

"Yeah, I've actually go you in my other three classes too!" Carlos said, in response to Emily. "Like I was saying, earlier, you're really fas-"

Just then, Mr. Bates ran up, followed by a group of girls.

"Mind if I join, Champloo?" Mr. Bates inquired.

Carlos stuck both of his hands together and bowed, "Not at all, Master Bates. I would be honored."

A mysterious gong went off in the background. Some people must have been conducting a ceremony...

 

Just as Carlos had gathered enough players to start a scrimmage, the girl named Emily rushed off the makeshift field. Carlos,, Mr. Bates, and the others watched as she sprinted towards a real-life cat fight. They stared in awe as Emily took hold of the situation and ripped the two girls off of each other. Dayum, girls in this school are strong! Mr. Bates, being the responsible adult he was, also head off to the sprawl. Carlos turned around, closed his eyes, and grinned. The players on in the sand chuckled a bit -- this guy was a true-to-life dumbass. An amiable dumbass, though -- maybe he wasn't a cold-hearted prick after all... Just simple.

 

"I guess we'll have to wait a little longer!" Carlos said, turning to face the scene once again.

Everything about this school's community is just... so... humorous!

Edited May 27, 2012 by Guest

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Mr. Bates rushed towards the fight to try to resolve the situation. "Girls, what's the problem here?" said Mr. Bates.

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Brittany and Maureena were panting and glaring at each other.

"She's a stupid bitch, that's the prolem!" Maureena said, flipping her sister off.

"She's a dumb whore, that's what the problem is!" Brittany said at the same time, brushing her hair away from her face.

Brittany was crying now and she shrugged Emily off, walking away from the scene.

Maureena walked back towards the bench she'd been sitting on and sighed.

 

Usually, they never fought in public.

But now that this had happened, Brittany was sure that she would be kicked from her clique and become an outcast.

More than likely, Maureena would be praised.

 

This sucked.

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Tony felt a rush of all these new sensations which were...desirable. He let the smoke consume him and found himself high. In his dazed and amazed state, he managed to trip a few times and spill some stuff over. Once he regained his head, though only a little, he decided to leave. He wouldn't go home or his dad would kill him. He would drive his car...somewhere and crash there. As he was walking to the car, he saw a teacher, Mr. Bates maybe? who was playing with the teenagers. "Pedo," he said aloud to no-one in particular. As he hopped in, he thought of where he could go.

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Brandon sighed and sat next to Maureena, a serious look on his face. "You listen to me and you listen good, I don't give a fuck about who starte it alright?! Brittany is your fucking SISTER! She is your family! And family is what truly lasts in your life. You can have all the friends in the world, but it won't compare to SHIT if you don't have family by your side. You got that?! I don't... I mean... Others don't have the luxury of a good family, so you need to take advantage of the blessing you have, understand?"

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Before Dalton knew it, fourth period was over; The ringing of the bell signaled that school was done for the day. Gathering his stuff, he strode out into the hallway, looking around for the main entrance. Well, Abby told me to meet her out front. Guess that's where I should go. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. It was another text from his mother:

 

Don't forget to take Emily along with you! She needs to make friends too. Be a good brother.

 

Dalton sighed and bit his lip slightly. It wasn't that he disliked his sister. Not at all. They had always been very close to one another. Taking her along to hang out with someone he had just met, especially a girl, though, wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Still, what could he do. Ah, whatever. Who knows what'll happen? I bet she'll find people to hang out with, too, he thought, and texted back in response:

 

Sure thing, mom.

 

Walking outside, Dalton smiled as the warmth of the sun washed over him. He couldn't wait to get on the beach. A flood of students had poured out of the main entrance, walking out into the parking lot or just gathering around with friends outside. Looking around, Dalton scanned the area for any sign of Abby. I wonder how many people are going to be there? Just then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

 

"Hey, Xavier!" It was Abby, a mischievous look on her face, shouting and waving at him from a spot out in the lot. She was bent over the hood of a pink Mercedes, clad in a revealing white and blue striped bikini. It left little to the imagination. "Get in the car, dickhead! I can drop you off at home and then we can head over to the beach!"

 

Dalton smiled, rolling his eyes, and brushed off her teasing. He was too focused on her body to think of anything witty to say in return. I could get used to this, he thought. Averting his eyes back to Abby's face, Dalton straightened up and strode as smoothly as he could toward her car. He didn't want her to think he was a pervert, especially after she had just met him. There'll be time for that later. Chuckling to himself, Dalton pushed the notion out of his mind. Come on, man, you just met her. How could he help it, though? He was a nice guy, but he was a guy. Looking around as he walked toward the car, Dalton didn't see any sign of his sister. Hell, maybe she didn't want to go.

 

"Dalton!" Another voice called out from his right just as Dalton reached Abby's car. It was another girl, her voice slightly more timid, running across the lot toward them. Turning slightly, Dalton grinned as he recognized his sister.

 

"Hey, Em! Come on! We're going to the beach!" he shouted, waving her over. Turning to face Abby again, Dalton's smile turned to a look of curiosity when he noticed she didn't share his enthusiasm. Her eyebrow was raised in apparent disapproval.

 

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend," she muttered, somewhat curtly. Dalton almost laughed as Emily reached them.

 

"Girlfriend? No, she's my sister." It'd take a pretty damn dedicated girlfriend to follow me across the country.

 

"I see..." Abby still didn't look as if she entirely believe him.

 

Dalton just shrugged, looking back it his sister. Abby opened the door to the back seat of her car, and Emily crawled inside with out a word. "So how was your day?" Dalton started, moving to follow her. "Meet any-" He was stopped by Abby's hand on his chest.

 

"Do I look like a chauffeur to you? Get in the front, next to me." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, directing Dalton to the passenger seat, before walking around and taking her place in the driver's seat. Shrugging, Dalton closed the door behind his sister and took a seat up front.

 

Easy there, Abby Cat, he thought, chuckling to himself. Minutes later, Abby's car screeched to a halt in front of the Clark house. It really was a major improvement over their last place. Not that they had ever lived in a bad home, but the new, sprawling Clark home put the old one to shame. "Get a move on," Dalton shot playfully at his sister, rushing inside with her to gather his things. He gave his mother a quick hug, barely stopping to say anything to her, before shooting into his room. He changed out of his dark jeans, dress shirt, and undershirt, and tossed on his pair of dark blue swim trunks. He took a moment to look himself over in the mirror. At 6'1", approaching one hundred-seventy pounds, Dalton wasn't the epitome of macho muscularity, but he sure as hell was tone and fit.

 

He had always enjoyed working out, despite rarely partaking in the athletics programs at former schools. Exercising was a form of stress-relief for him, especially with everything that had been happening recently. In the several weeks that his family had been settling in to their new place, Dalton had been making use of the gym membership his parents had purchased for him. Flexing a few times in the mirror for his own amusement, Dalton finally tossed on a snug, light shirt. He flipped on his monitor and checked his email as quickly as he could, noticing with chagrin that he had numerous new messages.

 

Several, impatient blasts of a car horn knocked him out of his reverie, and Dalton turned his monitor back off. He would check them later. Rushing back outside with Emily, the two jumped back into Abby's car and were on the road again.

 

Dalton grinned as they pulled into the parking lot at the beach. The Sun was still relatively high in the sky, bathing the entire scene in its warm rays. Abby, Emily, and he strode out of the car, gathering around the as Abby popped the trunk. Abby handed him and Emily a couple of umbrellas and lawn chairs, directing them to a spot on the sand before rushing off. "I'll be back," she promised. Setting up everything as they were told, Dalton plopped down in one of the chairs and leaned back, reveling in the light and warmth. This is the life, he thought, smiling. He stared off after Abby as she hustled away, and grinned. Though it could always get better. He shook his head again. Come on, Dalton, play it cool. You're the master of that. He drank in the rest of the scene.

 

There were other kids running about or sitting in groups on the sand. Many of them were drinking, and more than a handful of them were smoking: and not tobacco, by the looks of it. Dalton smirked. He had tried weed a couple of times in his life, but never nearly enough that his parents ever grew suspicious about it. Same with alcohol. Still, I don't know if I want to touch any of that shit right now. Not today, at least. How good would it look if I came home drunk or high on my first day of school? And I'm sure as hell not letting Emily- He turned to find his sister, suddenly remembering her, to find that she had wandered off. Emily was over by a bench, talking to someone.

 

"Hey, wait a minute..." Dalton muttered. The guy his sister was talking to was Brandon, the kid from his English and Math classes. He was soaking wet and looked tired. Briefly considering walking over to join them, Dalton suddenly noticed another kid further down on the sand, struggling to his feet and walking away painfully. It was the jock, also from English, that had thrown his books on the ground. The hell happened to him? Dalton thought. At almost the same time, someone else familiar arrived. It was the English teacher, Mr. Bates. His shirt was off and he was wearing a pair of dark aviators. Dalton couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in doubt. What's a teacher doing here? The women in the area certainly weren't complaining, though, and Dalton almost laughed when he noticed Abby ogling the guy. Mr. Bates certainly seemed to have that effect on females, especially his students. Well whatever his reason, the guy's got swag. I'll give him that.

 

Yet another newcomer burst onto the scene suddenly, close to Emily, a hispanic kid kicking a soccer ball around. He shouted out to everyone around him, asking if anyone wanted to play. The friendly gesture elicited a groan and a look of distaste from Abby, snapping her out of her transfixed state. "What is your problem Carlos!? Is football/soccer the only thing you think about? This is the beach. The sand is full of sex and passion," She snapped at the kid.

 

Sex and what now? Dalton laughed to himself. To his surprise, Mr. Bates seemed interested, as did Emily. His sister, who had always been rather athletic, raised her hand in excitement.

 

"I'll join!" Emily said, smiling. Before Dalton could say anything in response, Abby threw herself down onto the chair next to him, shuffling closer and grabbing onto his arm.

 

"You guys go ahead. Me and Dalton are going to chill here for a bit." She rested her head against his shoulder suddenly, and his heart beat faster.

 

Well damn, I don't even have to try, Dalton thought, stifling a smile. I wish it had been this easy back at my last school. Emily frowned slightly, somewhat to Dalton's surprise, but turned around and walked back towards the hispanic kid, who apparently went by the name of Carlos.

 

"Careful, Dalton. Don't let her rape you," Brandon suddenly called out, staring daggers at Abby. Dalton just grinned sheepishly, shrinking back slightly. Abby held onto his arm with a vice grip, snapping back at Brandon with a retort of her own. She then turned to Dalton, smiling.

 

"Excuse our lover's quarrels, he's just SO sexually frustrated." She turned back to look at Emily and Carlos. "You're sister right? Well, I wouldn't let any sister of mine have anything to do with that scumbag." She paused for a moment, before looking back at Dalton. "You're new so I don't expect you to know. Carlos is a major player. The kind of guy that hooks-up with girls and doesn't call them back. He probably doesn't even remember the name of half of his flings. Poor girl. Did you hear how eager that 'I'll join' was? She's under his spell already."

 

Dalton frowned, staring at his sister and the other kid. His frown faded after a moment, though, and he looked back at Abby. "Ah, Em's tougher than you'd think. I'm sure she'll be fine." Abby was still firmly grasping his arm, staring at Dalton with a slight grin. He resisted the urge to shuffle uncomfortably. Well don't be a little bitch, Dalton. Say something, he urged himself. There was a half-naked girl clinging to him and all he could do was clam up. It certainly hadn't been what he was expecting for his first day at Drama Central. Still, he just had to summon up his usual, smooth self.

 

Before he could talk again, however, there was the sound of scuffling and angry screaming. Diverting his gaze back to the beach, Dalton stared in surprise at two girls in a very heated cat-fight. They were yelling and clawing at each other, tugging on one another's hair. Suddenly Emily and Brandon were in the midst of it, prying the two girls apart. Dalton felt as if he had seen them before. Starting to move forward off the chair, Dalton stopped and looked back at Abby. "Should we interfere?" He said, chuckling.

Edited May 27, 2012 by MasterCombine

[Shankveld 4,949]

Abby's pigtails waved, as if in excitement. "W-woow!" She gasped in excitement, "this is gunna make a great blog!" Abby tightened her grip, as a huge grin grew on her face. Abby jumped up, "I can't believe Brittany is a virgin and a lesbian! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! A journalist's instinct!" Abby puffed out her chest proudly and metaphorically patted herself on the back. Abby spun around still smiling to face Dalton, she was bent over and it was hard not to notice. "The girl's my friend, Maureena. Not the blond one, that's her sister. Let's go!" Abby tugged Dalton off his butt and over to the scene.

Abby knelt down next to Maureena, "you okay?"

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Maureena glared at Brandon.

"I don't care.. She's a stupid whore and I hate her!"

She spit on the ground and pushed him off her.

"I wish that she wasn't my family."

 

Maureena smiled up at Abby, her lip bleeding.

"Never better."

She laughed and stood up, rubbing her head.

"God, she pulled out some of my dreads!"

She sighed and then eyed Dalton.

"Who's this?"

 

Brittany was in her car, crying.

Emma had come in and tried to comfort her, but she just told her she wanted to be alone.

She knew that Maureena had no ride, but at this point, she didn't care.

Angrily, she started the car and drove off.

She didn't know where she was going, but it was somewhere that her sister was not.

Edited May 27, 2012 by MachineGunLola

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Abby pulled a tissue out of her beach bag and handed it to Maureena, to clean herself up with. "You still look great. Don't mind that bitch. She's just jealous." Abby gently touched where Maureena's hair was ripped and used a brush in her bag to cover the spot, "no one will notice. I promise." Abby smiled, she could be caring when she wanted to be. "I came over to thank you for providing me with blog material." Abby joked as she packed up her beach bag.

"Who's this?" Abby felt a shiver of jealousy ping through her body, she knew what Maureena was thinking. Did she need to hit on every guy she saw?

"A friend." Abby commented nonchalantly, "his name is Xavier."

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Abby suddenly leapt up off the chair, maintaining a firm grip on Dalton's Arm. This new turn of events obviously had her excited. "W-woow!" She gasped, "this is gunna make a great blog! I can't believe Brittany is a virgin and a lesbian! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! A journalist's instinct!" Dalton, still seated on the chair, raised an eyebrow in confusion. Abby whirled around to face him and bent over, affording Dalton a clear view of the tops of her breasts.

 

"Um, what?" he managed, finding it hard not to stare down her cleavage. He kicked himself mentally for that. Abby jerked him up off the chair after her, and pulled him towards the spot of the broken-up fight.

 

"The girl's my friend, Maureena. Not the blond one, that's her sister. Let's go!" Abby pulled him over to the younger girl, who was still sitting on the ground, nursing a busted lip. She was clearly concerned.

 

Journalist? Blog? What is she talking about? Dalton thought.

 

Abby knelt down next to the girl, who she had identified as Maureena, shading her from his view. After joking and helping Maureena to clean up, Abby backed away. Dalton stood, firmly rooted to the spot, as the younger girl suddenly eyed him. "Who's this?" she asked.

 

"A friend," Abby responded nonchalantly. "His name is Xavier."

 

Dalton rolled his eyes and chuckled. "As much as she'd like that to be true, it's Dalton." He looked at the new girl, eying the bruises and scratches scattered across her body for a moment, before turning to see her sister running off in the distance. "What the hell happened?" he asked.

Edited May 27, 2012 by MasterCombine

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Brandon shook his head, but he didn't look angry, more like disappointed. A very uncommon look for him. He sighed, grabbed his guitar, and got up to leave, so much for playing his new song.

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Abby watched as Brandon awkwardly staggered off. "Wait." Brandon turned. "You play?" Brandon noticed Abby was looking at his guitar. "You should play something. I'd love to hear." Abby smiled, it was as if she wasn't even the same person. Brandon seemed hesitant. "I know we don't get a long, but put that aside. This is about the music." Abby smiled, the sky was a splash of colours as the sunset neared. Abby turned to Dalton and Maureena for encouragement.

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Brandon gulped quietly, looking at the expectant faces around him. He had never played with an audience before. "Uhh... umm... s-sure" he stuttered. He sat down on the bench, thought a moment, then played...

 

Edited May 27, 2012 by Strong Hooves

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Maureena smiled as Abby combed her hair for her.

And she also noticed that when she asked about Dalton, Abby's face went a bit dark.

Deciding to back off, she smiled and laughed at the mention of Dalton's real name.

"Ah, well, I'm Maureena."

She turned to Brandon and her eyes shone with excitement.

"Please, please play something!"

She loved music.

After Brandon played his song, Maureena smiled and started clapping.

Her heart was beating fast in her chest.

She'd never felt so excited.

 

Brittany was at home, and she knew that Abby would post a blog about her fight any time now.

She sat on her laptop, waiting.

By now, she'd gotten a bruise to show up above her left eye, and her lip was cut up.

Her scalp was raw and hurt.

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Emily watched as Brittany ran off, and noticed that Brandon started playing music. Emily started to clap. "You're good!" She said back in her normal, quiet tone. "Where did you learn?"