There Once Was A Man From Perue!

[Angela Marion]

It was mid afternoon and Angela was in a decent mode that day. She had woken up and found that her hair was decent looking, she only barely had to wet her hair down and then she was off. She had never had a lot of trouble when her hair was dark, and she didn't need to retouch her routs as often as she did with her died hair. She liked it though, like that jerk Ryker said, it showed she had passion. She smiled as she walked down the hallway. She had not done that since first year, smiled and walked. usually she had too much on her mind to do two things at once. She stopped walking adjusting her ponytail and pulling it tighter. She had dressed in a white tank top and a pair of deep blue skinny jeans. her shoes were normal, black flats. Easier to slip on and off. that way, she could make a quick get away. Angela had always ran better barefoot. It was a strange quirk, and she wouldn't really need it. She wasn't going to run away anymore. Because you couldn't outrun your problems, so why outrun anything else. 'Man, i just keep getting more and more pathetic.'