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09/01/2024

💖 Mafia's 💓💖
👩‍❤️‍👩Angel🤗

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(❤´艸｀❤)Chapter 1 & 2...(❤´艸｀❤)

Mafia's Angel

chapter 1

Angelique had always admired how
city lit up in the night. Thousands
of lights coming to life all at once to
disturb the inevitable darkness.

This night was different. Way different.
Her stomach in knots, she nearly felt
her lunch climbing back up her throat.
Trembling fingers gripped the edges of
her trench coat and her sea blue eyes
were wide with terror.

'Royal Club'- Read a threateningly
large neon sign above door leading
to a basement. It's red light cast an
odd glow on the bouncer standing
underneath, making the bald man look
ten times more scary. As if the tattoos
and constantly squinted eyes weren't enough.

The poor blond haired girl standing
across the street was ready to bend
Over the nearest trashcan at this point.
She did not want to go there or be
anywhere near the place, but the clock had already hit midnight five minutes
ago, and she hardly had the choice.

Forcing her stiff legs to move,
Angelique finally gathered enough
courage to approach. She tried to look
brave, keep her head high. Emphasis
on tried. Her steps in the high heels
were clumsy and her complexion had
turned greenish.
She was terrified.

"Hello, My name is-"
"The back door." The guard grunted out
without the second look at her.
"But.."

"The staff goes through the back
door." He repeated, already sounding
annoyed.

She hadn't expected a friendly
welcome, but this was hardly
encouraging. "Right. Thanks..."

First brick dropped on my head. Oh,
dad...Why did we come to this?
There was only one reason, and one
reason alone, why she had wind up
questing for the right entrance into a
strip club- Her father's addiction to
gambling. It was bad, but she hadn't
realized just how much until couple
days ago, when she found him in
middle of the living room, surrounded
by three armed goons.

Apparently he's in debt to a very
dangerous man, and of course, being the bad gambler he is, he's broke as a
joke.

So there she was, scouting for the
backdoor of some Russian club to repay
his debt by dancing.

Five more minutes later she was
finally let inside by another guard. The
building wasn't much to tella story
about, but once the door opened,
she was left awestruck. Red color dominated the surroundings, o0zing

luxury. Pictures of naked women were
hanged along the walls, not allowing
her to forget where she was for a
second.

The interior was magnificent, and the
least of her problems. When the guard
lead her to changing room, she was
greeted by ear-splitting voices of two
Women.

"Oh my God! I'm sweating like a pig!"
The first one exclaimed, slumped into a
chair near huge, brightly lit mirror.

"Duah. Cuz' you are one.
"Shut the f**k up, Zoe. I gained only
two pounds and they're on my butt
unlike yours."

"What are you trying to tell me, you
fat-Oh." The angered woman, Zoe, cut
herself off when she spotted Angelique
awkwardly standing in the doorway.

Her long, fake lashes fluttered, the green eyes hiding underneath scanning the newcomer from head to toe.

"And who might you be?"

"My name is Angelique...I am the
new...um...dancer." Her discomfort couldn't be hidden by any amount of bravery.
The girl sitting in the chair snorted, "Dancer, huh?"

"Don't mind that bitch." Zoe gave the
other woman a mean look, her smile
returning as soon as she looked back
at the blond girl. "Here we don't avoid
the word stripper, darling. It's what we
do." She motioned to herself as if it was
obvious.

And it was.

She was only wearing laced underwear with a transparent robe and pair of dagger heels. Her makeup looked heavy enough to fall right off her roundish face, There was hardly anything that didn't give away her profession. Even her dark red hair had glitter in them.

"Come on in, Jess is about to get off
the stage and it won't be pretty if you
stand in her way," The red head pulled Angelique inside the changing room.
"By the way, my name is Zoe and that
grumpy w***h is Lila."

"I dare you to call me that again."
"Ignore her. She's on her period." Zoe
said dismissively. "Angelique you said?
That's cute, I think I have the perfect
stage name for you."

Wow, that woman is bubbly.
"Stage name?" Angelique cocked her
eyebrow. Why would anyone request
her name in the first place?

"Duah. We don't use our real names.
Do you know what bunch of stalkers
come here? It's hard enough without them moaning out my real name when
I grind on them."

This made Angelique cringe.
The door to the changing room swung
open, "God, I will kill that old ba****ck!

So gross." Another woman stormed in,
her dark tan skin glistening with sweat.

Her blushed cheeks were puffed out
in rage and her lips parted. "Some old
dude groped my ass again." She fumed,
pausing only when her eyes met
Angelique's.

"Who's this?"

"Hey, Jess. This is our little Angel." Zeo
introduced, smiling brightly.

"It's actually Angelique-"🥰

(❤´艸｀❤)Chapter 2...(❤´艸｀❤)

"An Angel you say? This one looks like
she fell from a driving truck instead of
heaven. Is she going to perform today?"
Jess frowned, her arms crossing right
under her gigantic triple D sized cups.

Lila chuckled, "Agreed. If we let her out
like this, Boss will cut off from all of
us."
That's a little rude.

"Im on it." Zoe suddenly grabbed
Angelique by the shoulders. "We're
going to give a makeover. Blonde
hair will drive men wild, but the
rest....hm...we'll work on it."

Before the young woman could protest
she was pushed into one of the chairs.
Zoe was quick to apply makeup and
do her hair. By the time she was done,
Angelique could barely recognize
herself. She looked...older, sexier. The
long lashes and wide black streak
of eyeliner completely changed her
features.

She didn't have much time to admire
before she was pushed behind red
curtain to change.

"Thank God I have some of my old bra's still here. Otherwise we wouldn't have anything to give you." Zoe shoved the
underwear into Angelique's hand with
two jelly-like things.

"Um? What are those?" The blonde
questioned, holding one of them
between her fingers.
"Jeez. That girl hasn't seen anything."
Lila grumbled.

"It's for your b***s, darling. Put
them into your bra." Zoe instructed,
chuckling.

"Do I really have to? I mean.."
"Angel, no man is going to get an
er****on from a wobbling twig. Do
it." Jess chimed in. "Just try not to lose
them. Girl before you did, It was a
scandal."

"That's not exactly calming." Angelique
sighed, stuffing the pads under her
bra. They felt strange. But even more uncomfortable were the thong. The
thin strap didn't hide anything. At all.
"Isn't there a different underwear I can
wear?"

"No! It's your first day! It's show or
go!" Zoe ripped open the curtain, her
red lips curled upwards. After a very
brief moment of silence she nodded in
approval. "You're set. Put on the shoes
and let's go. The next show is about to
start soon and I already told the DJ that
an Angel will be coming up next."
The white lingerie she was given quite
fit the act. Not that it mattered. Her
stomach was already wretched by
worry.

"You can dance, right?" Lila asked,
preparing for her own act.
"They wouldn't hire someone who
didn't." Zoe argued, looking annoyed by the black haired girl.

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09/01/2024

The Shower of Gold💫🌟

ONCE upon a time lived a poor little maiden, whose father and mother were both dead, and the child was so very poor that she had no little room to live in nor even a bed to lie on. At last all her clothes were gone excepting those she wore, and she had nothing to eat but a piece of bread, which she held in her hand. She was good and pious, and although forsaken by all the world, she knew that God would take care of her, and she went out into the field and prayed to him.

She was walking along the road with a piece of bread in her hand, when she met a poor old man, who said to her, "Please give me something to eat; I am so hungry." She gave him the whole piece, and continued her walk.

Presently she saw a little child sitting by the roadside crying, and as she passed, the child cried to her, "Oh, my head is so cold! do give me something to cover it." Instantly she took off her hood and gave it to the child.

A little farther on the maiden met another child, who said she was freezing for want of a cloak; so she gave up her own.
At length she entered a forest, where it was quite dark, and here she intended to sleep. She had not gone far before she found another poor little child, with scarcely any clothing at all, and nearly dying with cold. The good maiden thought to herself, "It is quite dark now, and no one will see me;" so she took off her skirt and covered the poor, shivering child with it.

Now the good maiden had nothing left in the world, and she was turning to go into the forest and cover herself with leaves, when suddenly a golden shower fell around her from heaven. A little angel had watched the kind maiden and took pity on her and sent down a shower of stars, which turned into golden dollars when they reached the ground. She found herself covered from head to foot with warm clothes. Then she gathered up the money, carried it away, and was rich the rest of her life.

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08/01/2024

Keep Your Dream💗💯

I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Isidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.

The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, "I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy's high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

"That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.

"He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.'

"The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?'

"The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you'll have to pay large stud fees. There's no way you could ever do it.' Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.'

"The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.' "Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.

He stated, "You can keep the F and I'll keep my dream."

Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, "I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace."

He added, "The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week." When the teacher was leaving, he said,

From"Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids' dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours."

Moral: Don't let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what. No Dream is too big or too small when one works hard to live it. One should always try making dreams come true no matter what.

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08/01/2024

The Lion🐯and The Woodcutter🗿

There once lived a lion, the king of the forest. He was always accompanied by a jackal and a crow. They followed him every where and lived on the remains of his food.

In a village close to the forest there lived a woodcutter. Everyday, he would go into the forest with his axe to chop wood.

One day as the woodcutter was busy chopping a tree, he heard a noise behind him. Turning around, he saw the lion looking straight at him, ready to pounce. The woodcutter was a clever man. He quickly said, "Greetings... King of this forest. It is a pleasure to meet you."

The lion was surprised. "A pleasure to meet me? Are you not afraid of me?"

"I respect you a lot...lion. I was hoping to meet you. You see, my wife is an excellent cook. I wanted you to taste her dal and vegetables."

"Dal? Vegetables? Don't you know that I eat only flesh?" asked the lion in surprise.

"If you taste my wife's cooking, you will stop eating flesh," said the woodcutter proudly.

The lion was very hungry and he accepted the woodcutter's food.

"Good that the Jackal and the crow are not with me today," thought the lion. "They would laugh at me."

The lion was surprised to find that the food was indeed very tasty. "I have never eaten such good food," he said.

"You are welcome to share my food everyday, O king. But no one should ever know about our friendship. You must come alone."

The lion promised. Everyday, the lion would eat lunch brought by the woodcutter and their unusual friendship grew to be stronger day by day.

The crow and the jackal were anxious to know why the lion had stopped hunting. "We are going to starve to death if the lion does not hunt anymore," whined the jackal.

"You are right," said the crow. "Let us try to find out what has happened to the lion." The next day they followed the lion from a safe distance and saw him eating the lunch the woodcutter brought for him.

"So this is why the lion does not hunt anymore," said the jackal to the crow. "We have to get the lion to share his food with us. Then may be we can break his friendship with the woodcutter and the lion will start hunting his prey again."

When the lion came back to his den that evening, the crow and the jackal were waiting for him. "My lord, why have you forgotten us? Please let us all go hunting like we used to," pleaded the crow and the jackal.

"No! I have given up eating flesh, ever since I met a friend who changed me from my old ways," said the lion.

"We would also like to meet your friend," said the crow.

On the following day, the wood cutter was as usual waiting for his friend the lion. Suddenly, he heard voices. The woodcutter was a very careful and clever man. He immediately climbed a tall tree. In the distance, he could see the lion approaching. With him were a crow and a jackal. "With those two around, my friendship with the lion will not last very long," he said to himself.

The lion came over to the tree and called out to the woodcutter, "Come down and join us. It is me your friend."

"That may be so," called out the woodcutter. "But you have broken your promise to me. If those two can make you break a promise, then they can make you kill me also. You can forget our friendship."

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18/10/2023

💖You💓💖
✅ Are😊
🥰Mine👩‍❤️‍👩🤗

Episode 1❣

Episode Title: New Environment🔇🚳

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(❤´艸｀❤)Chapter 1...(❤´艸｀❤)

I looked in the mirror and saw a girl that looked sad and was afraid to show it. It's because I was leaving my dad's house to
go live with my mother.

Why?

Because of the witch my dad married. She's hated me ever
since my dad blew off one of their dates to go to my championship basketball game. Some people think I over-exaggerate the situation, but I definitely do not.

She has personally come up to me and stated, "I hate your little
guts and the moment I can marry your rich father, you, my friend, will be on the next flight back to your mother."

I didn't even think they'd get married, much less that he'd
send me to my mom's, but the second they got back from their honeymoon he called me into his office.

Basically, he told me that my mom missed me and he thought it was best for me to spend the rest of the school year and summer break with her. I was going to argue when I thought,

“Why stay here if he's always going to want her first?"

Lol 😆😅 That thought made me give in, and after I told him I agreed, I walked back to my room, ignoring the witch's "I told you so" as I passed by.

"Honey, are you ready?" I quickly turned my head to the doorway and saw my mom. She was holding a box, and looked like exhausted.

I was after packing and loading the car all day.

"Yeah, I'l be down in a minute," I replied. "I just have one more box." She nodded and walked away.

I then decided it was time to rid myself of this house and the
memories it held once and for all.

I picked up the cardboard box and turned off the light,
making sure I closed the door behind me.

I walked down the stairs, watching every step I took, trying not to fall. Being the klutz that I getting hurt.

"I am going to miss you so much!" yelled my best friend Karen, as she came towards me. She tried hugging me, but the box in front of me was stopping her. We laughed, and then I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I put down the box and gave her a hug.

"I'm going to miss you too, Karen." She cried and cried, I patted her on the head.

"Don't cry. We will keep in touch everyday." Her watery
eyes looked up at me.

"R-really?" She stuttered.

"Yes, really," I confirmed. She gave me a final hug before grabbing my forgotten box from the ground.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Im being a good friend and helping you move," she answered in a duh' tone. This made me laugh.

All day, she refused to help me pack because she was too lazy, and suddenly she wanted to help, probably because it was the last box.

I watched as she started to walk to the car, but then suddenly
turned and started to run towards her house.
I started to run after her, feeling stupid for not seeing this coming.

"What are you doing, Vanessa!?" my mom yelled behind me.

"Getting my box back from Karen!" I yelled back. I caught up with her easily because Karen wasn't a good runner.
I, on the other hand, felt like I was flying because I ran so fast.
Running always came naturally to me -even though I was a klutz.
When Karen saw I was next to her she stopped and started to
pant.

"While I'm gone, do me a favor: work out and learn how to run." I joked with her.

"Now, explain to me what you plan on doing with my box."

"I was thinking if I could reach my house and lock the doors then maybe you would have to stay a while longer until you got your box back," she said. I started to laugh.

"You are one crazy girl, you know that?" I grabbed the box from her and smiled. "But I'm going to miss that."

"Il miss you too. Please keep in touch."

"Of course." We said our final goodbyes and I went back over to my mom who was standing by her car, texting.

"Oh my gosh, you're texting? Someone call the old people police."
She looked up and smiled. "Whatever." She said in a preppy voice, which made me laugh.

"So is that it?" She questioned as I put the last box in the car.

"Yeah."

"So where's your dad and that witch of his?"

That's one of the many things I loved about my mom - she called his new wife a witch, too.

I liked the way I could act when I was with my mom: I didn't have to watch what I said and she let me get away with a lot of things, unlike my dad
"They went out for breakfast, shopping, and then lunch," I answered, rolling my eyes. My mom's expression turned sour.

"I can't believe him. You're leaving and he doesn't even seem
to care! I mean you would think that he would at least stay here and say good bye."

"The 'wife' wanted to be gone before you came. I don't think she likes you very much."

"She's never met me," my mom said as she got in the car. I walked around to the passenger's side and got in.

"That's never stopped her from judging." Mom rolled her eyes, started the car, and we pulled out of the driveway.

I looked back a final time and thought to myself, "Good bye, and good riddance."

************

Seven hours, two fast food stops, and four rest room breaks later, we finally pulled up to my mom's house. I got out, and of course tripped on a rock the second my foot hit the ground.

I slowly got up and looked around. This was definitely not my mom's house.

"Like it?" asked my mom, looking at the yellow house that was in front of us.

"Yeah, whose house is it?"I asked.

"It's ours. Well it's actually my boss's house.

I'm living here until I can gain enough money to buy a house for both of us."

I was still stuck on one word she said. "Boss?" I asked.

She grinned. "Yes, I now have a job."

We walked into the house and I was amazed.
It was small, but homey and cute. I loved it instantly.

My mom led me to a room that was down a short hall.

When she opened the door, I was shocked. It had dark red
walls, hardwood floors and a black-framed queen size bed. In other words, it was my dream room.

"What do you think? I spent all week getting it ready."

"I love it! Thanks, Mom!" I exclaimed, giving her a hug.

After 3 hours of unloading the car, I was exhausted; I could not take it anymore. I went to my room and put the last box on a desk
that was in the corner of my room.

"I think I'm going to head to bed. You should, too, because tomorrow you start school and you don't want to be late on your first day.

My mom said while standing in my doorway.

"Can't I just skip the rest of the school year?" I asked. My mom huffed and gave me a "yeah-right" look. "Good night Van."

Then she walked out of my room. My mom really has changed.

Five years ago if I asked not to go to school, she would've been okay with that, but now she's different.

I was up before the sun was, all thanks to my loving mother. I had never ever gotten up this early, and I hated it, to be honest. Making my way to my bathroom, I took a long shower and then got dressed.

After much thought, I put on a dark blue jersey shirt and some dark
skinny jeans paired with some bright blue Converse.

I think I looked pretty good, but something was missing: my light blue beanie hat, which took me 30 minutes to find.

"Come on Van, we're going to be late!" My mom yelled from another room over.
I grabbed my backpack and ran out my room.
I saw my mom leaving her room; she was dressed very professionally in a black pencil skirt and a green top that hugged her curves.

"You look nice," my mnom told me.

"So do you." I replied. She gave me a smile before grabbing her keys and purse. "All set?"

"Yep." With that we walked out and got in the Car.

After a minute or so she turned to me, "What's in that backpack?"

It's just paper and pens; you know things I will need for my first day." She just nodded in response.

We pulled up to the school, and I couldn't believe how big it was. I remembered it to be much smaller from when I would pass by here
as a kid.

Clearly, I was mistaken. When parked, I got out of the car, and so did my mom.

"They rebuilt this place last year, all thanks to my boss. He donated the money to destroy the old building and build a new one,"

My mom told me, striding over to me next to me and
leading me to the school.

Once in, I couldn't get over how wide halls and all the shiny
lockers and looked brand spanking new. I knew I was going to like it here.

When we got to the main office, there were at work. My mom cleared her throat and one of the ladies looked up at us.

"Yes, how may I help you?" she asked in a Sweet voice.

"I am here to speak with Mr. Moss. He said he was going to help me get my daughter enrolled today."

"He will be in shortly. Please take a seat right there." My mom and I walked to where the lady pointed and sat down.

"I think you're going to like it here. Did you know your father and I both went here? We were high school sweethearts..."

My mom trailed off. "Anyways...Oh, my boss's three children also go here. One of them is named Elasha.

She is adopted into the family, but he has two sons that are his.
One of the boys' name is, Parker and the other is-"

"Are you Mrs. McWright? " I looked up at a short chubby man.

"Yes" My mom answered.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Moss."

My mom and I got up. "It's very nice to finally meet you," my mom greeted, shaking his hand.

"Yes, well since you called me ahead of time, I was able to pull all her information together, and she can start today," Mr. Moss smiled at me.

"That's great!" My mom exclaimed excitedly.

"I have asked someone to help you to your homeroom, she should be her shortly...Oh, yes here she is."

I looked to the door way and saw an African-American girl
with dark eyes come in. She had a smile on her face, which for some reason, made me smile as well.

"Vanessa, that's Elasha, my boss's adopted daughter," my mom whispered to me.

"Here is your schedule and if you have any question feel free to come to my office. It is directly across from this office."
Stated Mr. Moss, I thanked him and walked Over to Elasha.

"Hi, I'm Elasha Pollard." She said in a preppy way. I become worried that she might be a popular girl, whom I cannot stand for some...
personal reasons.

"I'm Vanessa McWright."

"I know you! Your mom works for my dad." She said.

"Yeah." All of a sudden the bell rang, and I jumped. Elasha laughed at me. "That was the homeroom bell. It signals we have 5 minutes
to get to homeroom."
I nodded and followed her out of the main office. The hall was packed with students. It seemed that there were many
more than there were at my old school.

Suddenly, someone whispered in my ear, "You're mine." I looked behind me to see who had said that, but all the people walking and
shoving by made it impossible to find out who it was.

"Come on, we're almost there." Elasha's voice brought me back to where I was. She grabbed me by the arm and shoved us past people.

We finally made it to a very neat and clean classroom. Elasha let go of my hand and went in. When I walked in, the teacher looked up at
me.

"New student?" He asked. I nodded. "Take a seat anywhere." I looked at the rows of students and saw Elasha with an empty seat
next to her. I walked over and took it. She turned and looked at me.
"So where's your first class?" She asked. I looked down at the schedule in my hands.

"Um, English 3 with Mrs. Dape."

"Oh, I had a class with her my freshman year. She's pretty cool."

"You took English 3 your freshman year?" I asked in a shocked voice.

"No, silly, she teaches different levels of English."

"Oh." My eyes then scanned the class room. I saw a pair of brown eyes staring at me. The moment he saw me look back at him, the guy walked over to our desks.

Once he was in front of my desk, Elasha spoke up. "Go away E.J, " She said without even looking p.

"I just wanted to meet newbie here." He looked down at me.

"She doesn't want to be bothered by you." Elasha rolled her eyes at him.
E.J then satdown on top of my desk. "Oh, I think she wants me," he said confidently. "Isn't that right, baby?" My eyes met his and, I must admit, this guy was hot! But his big ego was definitely a big turn-off.

"I need you, I want you..."I trailed off. E.J turned to Elasha and was about to say I told you so, when I cut him off.

"I need you - I want you, to get the hell off my desk!" I half yelled. E.J went wide-eyed. I smiled when I heard a few people laughing, including Elasha.

"E.J get off that girl's desk and go sit in your own seat," the teacher scolded. E.J. glared at me before going back to his seat.

I made it to my first and second period with the help of Elasha. She met me by the door of each of my classrooms when the bell rang.

As I reached third period, I really yearned to go home. I sat down and looked over my schedule. Three more classes to go, not
including lunch. I growled.

"Am Raven," I tilted my head up and saw this girl with long blond hair and one of the "Hi" I replied uninterestedly. I had a feeling
she was popular..

"I'm here to warn you." She paused and I gave her a questioning look. "You have smart-talked E.J., and that's forbidden here,"
she continued.

"So?"

"So," she emphasized. "That means he will seek his revenge on you." She turned to walk away, but before she got too far, she turned and looked at me.

"Be warned that he likes to do his revenge in public. Last time someone went against him, E.J got the whole cafeteria to pour coke all over the poor guy. I wonder what he'll do to you, newbie." With that she walked away.

If he tried to get his revenge on me, he will soon learn his lesson...
what he'll do to you, newbie." With that she walked away.
If he tried to get his revenge on me, he will soon learn his lesson...
Don't mess with Vanessa McWright, or things Will go downhill. Fast. ************** *** *** *k ****k ***k**** *** ***********k ***k ***k***k***** * ******** ** *********

What do you think E.J will do, and I wonder how Vanessa will react...Only the next chapter will tell...?

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