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Rainydale High School. A boring little place with boring little people with boring little ambitions and boring little dreams. At least, that’s how Daisy felt, as she meandered through the ebbs and flows of people passing in the other direction in the main hallway. Stopping for a quick look-see in the ladies room, she tried (and failed) to stop a giggle upon seeing her friend Danni frantically hiding a wand of shiny lip gloss. Sighing, Danni dropped it in her purse and withdraw a cigarette and lighter, careful not to mar her black lipstick or the new coat of shine. “Don’t you start, that wasn’t even
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Daisy, TF Extraordinaire ThreeBabysitting AdventuresDaisy, TF Extraordinaire Three
“Honey, I’ll call you tonight and let you know if I can come and get you, or if Mr. Johnson will have to walk you home, alright? Whichever way, I don’t want you walking home alone, even if it isn’t far. It’ll be dark and I’ve got too much to worry about right now to worry about you getting kidnapped or whatever,” Daisy’s mother said rapidly, as the car pulled into the Johnson’s driveway, only paved the preceding summer.
“Mom, I’ve been babysitting for the Johnsons for a whole year! You don’t have to give me the guilt trip for the one t
by ~TainerSarkin
Daisy, TF Extraordinaire OneOriginsDaisy, TF Extraordinaire One
Heels rung out as the flashy pink pumps Daisy sported that night caught the eye of all nearby. Her confident, steady gaze of baby blue eyes stayed firmly focused on her unsuspecting target, her wand swinging wildly back and forth in her clenched fist as she continued to stride closer and closer. Her flowing blonde hair, the envy of every passing girl, fairly bounced in step with her stride, which had begun to resemble a frenzied sprint. Her eyes, never leaving their target, hardened into something animal-like, and her smile turned into an insane grin. Now just meters away from her target, her wand raised and her lip
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