• Dusk sat at her desk, flipping her pencil into the air and catching it again. She was bored. Beyond bored. She was ready to jump out of her seat and dive out the third story window. Could things GET any more uninteresting? "Miss. Nightingale. Are you paying attention?" The snippy voice of the teacher cut through the girls train of thought instantly. All eyes were on her. Every one knew who snippy the young blond woman could be. When she was pissed, she would thrust her bubble but in the air then her fake D cup boobs forward and shove them in the offending students face and demand again. Straitaning, crossing her legs and folding her hands on her desk she gave the young woman her best british acsent. " My dear, anything that does not include the integraty of my learning experiance is not worth my attention. Your epic quest to find the right shade of pink nail polish to match your bikini has NOTHING to do with my education. Now, if you wish to take me to the office you can't say anything against me using this recording of your lecture today." She smiled sweetly as she held up the hand held recorder. The students around her all 'ooohed' and turned to watched the pink faced teacher. Stomping her pedicured, prada heeled foot against the floor she stared at me. "You are very rude! It was an epic journey. It took me an HOUR to find it!" She wailed theatricaly. stare "Yay, what ever lady." She grubled and rested her chin in her palm as the woman conitued to describe the rippiling pectoral muscles of a man she spotted on the beach after her epic journey to find her nail polish. With a sigh and a prayer sent skyward she shifted in her seat, gritting her teath and sat through the last of the lesson.
    Night had fallen by the time She was able to get out of her coffee shop job just down the bloke from her appartment. Wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck as she walked briskly up the hill. Her legs were burning by the time she had gotten to the hump. Sinking onto her neighbors stoop she breathed out a cloud of smoke. Even for late autum it was freezing. The sky was a beautiful shade of silvery blue, cover in a blanket of shining white stars. it was nice she admited to herslef as she rubbed her arms vigorusly, trying to get some warmth back into her arms. Scweeling tires had her looking up as a plain black van skided to a stop infront of her. The side door shot open as three men jumped out, each lunging for her. With a yell she threw punches and kicks whereever she could land them as the men pulled her yelling and cursing into the van. Shoved face first into the back of the van she watched the light of her naghbors stoop light up, just as they sped off into the night in a cloud of exhaust and the squeel of tires.