Jamie looked through the Список of schools. All except one had a dress code and that was a college. " Great ! I'm back in a damn юбка and little black shoes." She grumbled as she then went through the colors. Her mind spinning back as she thought over the many times she'd been stuck as some teenager in some high school to get through her boredom over the centuries. At times it had been еще like a crusade to help others. She sighed heavily. Unfortunately it wasn't like the good old days. Someone pissed Ты off, Ты could try to take the bastard's head. That was if the plagues didn't get them first. She shook her head and sighed again dejectedly.
"Hey Mira, what Цвета have I already worn?" Mira laughed. " Damn near every color except gray. Do they have gray?" Jamie rolled her eyes,of course they had gray. Jamie sighed and sent the information to Flack the Hack. Who would make up the fake dossier for the visit. She then looked through the real estate papers and found the image she wanted to put forward. Haughty, arrogant and untouchable. Someone who would keep most people at bay. Safe. She smiled with relief, she wasn't going to be there that long any ways. In and out. Nothing simpler.
" Mira buy this house, buy whatever Ты think that says dripping money.Get yourself something
too, don't think I don't appreciate your understanding." Mira looked at the high price, and its location. "Not bad, totally not you, but not bad. Close proximity to all the glitz and glam a girl could want, not you, either. What's going on? " Lips snorted. " Maybe she's had enough of the long hard road." Lips snagged the house intel on the pilot's monitor." Nice choice, if Ты ever need a hot smokin' sugar dad....." His eyes met Mira's fist coming at him as he turned to hit on Jamie.
"I ah mean I'll be there to bounce him right out of the way. Depending on his size, I'll probably need
help." Lips nervously chuckled.
Mira snorted."You just keep flying pig."
Jamie ignored their little tantrum as she poured herself and Mira some sparkling juice. Jamie made a face as she realized what she'd poured.
"Is this all Ты packed?" Jamie shook her head, as she swirled the sparkling грейпфрут сок in her golden chalice, one of many long назад gifts. Excalibur, had once been a sword and was now her chalice. She wiped away a tear for a man and his band of dreamers that now only existed in Книги of myths, t.v. или whatever bullshit Hollywood could fabricate. They knew nothing of him или the time they'd lived in. She growled. Mira called out with some concern. " Mom are Ты alright?" Mira didn't like her roll model suddenly looking vulnerable. She'd always had a smile или a stern look. Very little in the tears department, или the damn near flammable way her eyes lite up.She didn't like it. As soon as she asked, Jamies tears stopped. Wiping them away Jamie, went on asking about them taking naps when they arrived. Lips waved it off, explaining how they took 5 час napping shifts, while she was out herself. "So how many еще hours?" Lips looked down. " Hawaiin Islands below. Wanna take a stretch?" Jamie shook her head. "Maybe on the way home. When we have P.B." With that she put on her head phones and went to the back to the bunks.
"Hey Mira, what Цвета have I already worn?" Mira laughed. " Damn near every color except gray. Do they have gray?" Jamie rolled her eyes,of course they had gray. Jamie sighed and sent the information to Flack the Hack. Who would make up the fake dossier for the visit. She then looked through the real estate papers and found the image she wanted to put forward. Haughty, arrogant and untouchable. Someone who would keep most people at bay. Safe. She smiled with relief, she wasn't going to be there that long any ways. In and out. Nothing simpler.
" Mira buy this house, buy whatever Ты think that says dripping money.Get yourself something
too, don't think I don't appreciate your understanding." Mira looked at the high price, and its location. "Not bad, totally not you, but not bad. Close proximity to all the glitz and glam a girl could want, not you, either. What's going on? " Lips snorted. " Maybe she's had enough of the long hard road." Lips snagged the house intel on the pilot's monitor." Nice choice, if Ты ever need a hot smokin' sugar dad....." His eyes met Mira's fist coming at him as he turned to hit on Jamie.
"I ah mean I'll be there to bounce him right out of the way. Depending on his size, I'll probably need
help." Lips nervously chuckled.
Mira snorted."You just keep flying pig."
Jamie ignored their little tantrum as she poured herself and Mira some sparkling juice. Jamie made a face as she realized what she'd poured.
"Is this all Ты packed?" Jamie shook her head, as she swirled the sparkling грейпфрут сок in her golden chalice, one of many long назад gifts. Excalibur, had once been a sword and was now her chalice. She wiped away a tear for a man and his band of dreamers that now only existed in Книги of myths, t.v. или whatever bullshit Hollywood could fabricate. They knew nothing of him или the time they'd lived in. She growled. Mira called out with some concern. " Mom are Ты alright?" Mira didn't like her roll model suddenly looking vulnerable. She'd always had a smile или a stern look. Very little in the tears department, или the damn near flammable way her eyes lite up.She didn't like it. As soon as she asked, Jamies tears stopped. Wiping them away Jamie, went on asking about them taking naps when they arrived. Lips waved it off, explaining how they took 5 час napping shifts, while she was out herself. "So how many еще hours?" Lips looked down. " Hawaiin Islands below. Wanna take a stretch?" Jamie shook her head. "Maybe on the way home. When we have P.B." With that she put on her head phones and went to the back to the bunks.
If some of Ты actually come across my stories and start to read them Ты will notice some do not have any real connection to the continuing story. As I have learned in the past. Pen and pencil tend to fade away on paper или anything else Ты write on. So I come here and write it on a screen and send it out as a pop fly into the audience instead of a Главная run.. Don't know if I'll use them или trash them, I just want to make sure if I burn out and leave the story for awhile I have some record of it somewhere I can still read it. I have tons of paper at Главная in 20 gallon totes at least 2 или еще and 5 years in and can no longer read due to the fading. So I hope Ты thoroughly enjoy my scribbles in case I end up having a bad case of multiple personalities due to the people I have living inside my poor drooling brain. Probably why I have terrible spelling and punctuation at times. At least I think I do. Never did get higher then a C average in English.
