Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2016 11:23:05 GMT -5
3 years ago.......
Bailey was sitting in her room after school. There wasn't much to do. She was locked in her room with her music blarring. Panic at the disco. The sounds of the lead singer Brendon wailing away at a course as she lightly drummed her pencil to the beat on her desk. Bailey was sitting at the computer trying and failing to maintain focus on a math problem. This shit was pointless. She doubted she'd ever need any of this gibber jabber when she grew up anyways. She wanted to be a cop like her dad anyways. You don't need math for that! One foot, plus one ass equals one fucked up bad guy! End of story. Bailey took her math book and closed it. She spun around in her chair as she heard her parents car starting in the driveway. Looking out the window she saw her parents car pulling away. To take her brother to baseball practice no doubt. Baliey smiled. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a pack of smokes and a lighter and lit one up. Thank god she thought they'd never leave.
Bailey: "Thank fuckin god! A girl can finally get some fuckin privacy!"
Bailey rolled her chair back up to her desk and opened a dvd copy of Alien's took my wife staring Dean Matthew Abernathy. It was a shit movie and it was perfect for an ashtray. When she was done she'd close it up and put it out of sight and sprey the holy fuck out of her room and no one would know. Bailey took another drag and flicked some ashes on Dean's face. She looked at the box. For such a crappy movie the lead guy was cute at least. She was looking at the box for the dvd when a chat instant message popped up on her computer. She had forgotten to log out and left it signed in. She groaned as she rolled herself to the keyboard with the cigerette sticking out of her mouth. She smiled. It was her buddy Omar. She put the cigerette out and raised an eyebrow as she started typing.....
Bailey: "Hey shitface! What's up?"
Bailey was sitting in her room after school. There wasn't much to do. She was locked in her room with her music blarring. Panic at the disco. The sounds of the lead singer Brendon wailing away at a course as she lightly drummed her pencil to the beat on her desk. Bailey was sitting at the computer trying and failing to maintain focus on a math problem. This shit was pointless. She doubted she'd ever need any of this gibber jabber when she grew up anyways. She wanted to be a cop like her dad anyways. You don't need math for that! One foot, plus one ass equals one fucked up bad guy! End of story. Bailey took her math book and closed it. She spun around in her chair as she heard her parents car starting in the driveway. Looking out the window she saw her parents car pulling away. To take her brother to baseball practice no doubt. Baliey smiled. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a pack of smokes and a lighter and lit one up. Thank god she thought they'd never leave.
Bailey: "Thank fuckin god! A girl can finally get some fuckin privacy!"
Bailey rolled her chair back up to her desk and opened a dvd copy of Alien's took my wife staring Dean Matthew Abernathy. It was a shit movie and it was perfect for an ashtray. When she was done she'd close it up and put it out of sight and sprey the holy fuck out of her room and no one would know. Bailey took another drag and flicked some ashes on Dean's face. She looked at the box. For such a crappy movie the lead guy was cute at least. She was looking at the box for the dvd when a chat instant message popped up on her computer. She had forgotten to log out and left it signed in. She groaned as she rolled herself to the keyboard with the cigerette sticking out of her mouth. She smiled. It was her buddy Omar. She put the cigerette out and raised an eyebrow as she started typing.....
Bailey: "Hey shitface! What's up?"