Do what she says
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| - | Whatever. You figure that you can get new clothes out of it anyway, so you go to the lost and found box. There strewn in an overflowing pile are forgotten jackets, shirts, jeans and the like. You find a really nice jacket with some interesting pins and decide to take it for yourself. You leave without really changing into anything else. You decide to wear it for the day. | + | Whatever. You figure that you can get new clothes out of it anyway, so you go to the lost and found box. There, strewn in an overflowing pile, are forgotten jackets, shirts, jeans and the like. |
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| + | You find a really nice jacket with some interesting pins and decide to take it for yourself. You leave without really changing into anything else. You decide to wear it for the day. | ||
You get your shit from your locker and head to your first class. | You get your shit from your locker and head to your first class. | ||
| - | The teacher isn't there yet and everyone is still waiting outside the classroom. You shove your hands in your pockets and lean against the door. But as you put your hands in the pockets, your fingers brush against a piece of paper. You take it out. A letter. Most likely left from the old owner. | + | The teacher isn't there yet and everyone is still waiting outside the classroom. You shove your hands in your pockets and lean against the door. |
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| + | But as you put your hands in the pockets, your fingers brush against a piece of paper. You take it out. A letter. Most likely left from the old owner. | ||
*[[Read what the letter says]] | *[[Read what the letter says]] | ||
Current revision as of 08:52, 22 December 2016
Whatever. You figure that you can get new clothes out of it anyway, so you go to the lost and found box. There, strewn in an overflowing pile, are forgotten jackets, shirts, jeans and the like.
You find a really nice jacket with some interesting pins and decide to take it for yourself. You leave without really changing into anything else. You decide to wear it for the day.
You get your shit from your locker and head to your first class.
The teacher isn't there yet and everyone is still waiting outside the classroom. You shove your hands in your pockets and lean against the door.
But as you put your hands in the pockets, your fingers brush against a piece of paper. You take it out. A letter. Most likely left from the old owner.
- Read what the letter says
- Throw the letter out
- Put the letter back in the pocket
- Talk to the kids waiting with you
- Ditch Class
| Status Bar | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Knife, backpack, chewing gum, Zune |
| Status | {{{Status}}} | |
| Gender | Female | |
| Social Group | Punk | |
| Boyfriend/Girlfriend | ||
