Date: 2012-08-11 02:09 am (UTC)
It's time to go to school. Oh man she almost forgot about that. Reaching down she picks up her bag and drop it over her shoulder, strap across her chest. Draining the rest of her soda she crushes it in her hand and burps out the remains of the quickly guzzled beverage before dropping the empty can in the garbage can before following her mother out the door.

"I don't know why you don't just get that fixed," or not wearing high heel that could take someone's eye out. It's like a tradition, her almost tripping on that crack day in and day out every day on the way to school. Say what you want (and Salome will) but her mom is pretty good at being up in the morning to take her to school, sometimes anyway, there are days she misses of course but at least she doesn't have to take the bus or anything disgusting like that. "Why do you sound so surprised? Yeah, I know, who would want me for an extra day?" She rolls her eyes and walks around the back of the car to the passengers side door and slips into the seat like she always does, bag between her legs before reaching for her seat belt.

"Does he need to have a reason why he wants to see me for an extra day? Some people do like to spend time with me, I know it's hard to believe." She's not bitter or anything. Nope.
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