Angela Marion
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- OOC First Name
- Cole
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- Ash Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn
- Age
- 6/2016
Angela looked out of the Taxi window, she wasnt excited or anything about seeing her new flat. in fact, she couldnt wait to trash it up, she hated it so much. She didnt want to leave Sarahs house. It was hand painted, it was her families house! She scrunched her face up when she reached it. She had been avoiding the damned place since school had gotten out. But, now she had to face the music. She got out and gave the Taxi driver some money. Her breath hitched in her throat slightly, did she have to?
Angela turned around, her taxi had driven off. She had to now. She rolled her eyes and pulled at the trunk-on-wheels. It was all that remained from her school cloths. Before leaving she threw out the small ones, or the ones with blood stains on them. She had forgotten to throw those out after the fight with Hoshi, and the one with Teddy. In truth, she was just too scared to face the fact that she was a chicken, and back then couldnt fight. She was ashamed of herself.
Angela, however, had one thing on her side. Over the school year, she had died her hair to the fiery red, with the different colored highlights. Of course, her black was coming back in at the roots, but she would do a touch up some other time. She sighed, there was nothing left to do but go in and face the music. The sweet, sweet music caused by her defiance.
Angela didnt even knock on the door, she just lugged herself in. She looked at Damien, who was in plain view, and let the back tip over as she let go. What the She didnt even finish her sentence, she was too angry.
Angela turned around, her taxi had driven off. She had to now. She rolled her eyes and pulled at the trunk-on-wheels. It was all that remained from her school cloths. Before leaving she threw out the small ones, or the ones with blood stains on them. She had forgotten to throw those out after the fight with Hoshi, and the one with Teddy. In truth, she was just too scared to face the fact that she was a chicken, and back then couldnt fight. She was ashamed of herself.
Angela, however, had one thing on her side. Over the school year, she had died her hair to the fiery red, with the different colored highlights. Of course, her black was coming back in at the roots, but she would do a touch up some other time. She sighed, there was nothing left to do but go in and face the music. The sweet, sweet music caused by her defiance.
Angela didnt even knock on the door, she just lugged herself in. She looked at Damien, who was in plain view, and let the back tip over as she let go. What the She didnt even finish her sentence, she was too angry.