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Claira stood in the middle of her dorm room, sighing as she lifted her purple tank top, eyeing her hole above her bellybutton where her piercing used to be. She couldn't believe they made her take it out.
She and a few other newbies had just gotten out of orientation, and she's already starting to hate this place. If they think they can change her, or think this going to help, they're sadly mistaken.
She chooses how she wants to act. No one is holding a gun to her head. She just wished people would get off her case and leave her alone.
((Sorry this is a really bad starter lol! (/ \) )
She and a few other newbies had just gotten out of orientation, and she's already starting to hate this place. If they think they can change her, or think this going to help, they're sadly mistaken.
She chooses how she wants to act. No one is holding a gun to her head. She just wished people would get off her case and leave her alone.
((Sorry this is a really bad starter lol! (/ \) )