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"No!" Dot shouted in frustration. "Ugh! Why is socializing so hard!" she groaned, biting her lip nervously. She'd already gone through her meager closet at least thousand times and she still had no idea what to wear. Even with the clothes Layla bought for her, she still felt underdressed for it. She knew she shouldn't be making such a big deal about it. But, then again, she'd only gone to a few parties throughout her entire life. That's excluding birthday parties from her little circle. She looked down around the pile of clothes she'd surrounded herself with, sighing. She went back in her mind and consulted the little voice in her head. 'W

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." chanted the voice in Dot's head as she stared down at the note. Someone from Evening Bloom knew where she lived, broke into her dorm, and replaced a picture of her family with a threat. 'It was Raz. It had to be. He's the only person who's in Evening Bloom and knows where you live.' the voice snarled. Another voice shot back, 'We still don't know if he's actually involved!' 'But all evidence points at it!' it shouted back. "What do I do?" she bit out through clenched teeth. What was she going to do? She couldn't tell the police because that would alert them of her Renegade activity. That would mean a good deal of jail

"Hey, girl..." Dot groaned, sitting herself down on the crappy couch of her dorm. Asha jumped into her owner's lap, snuggling in with a purr. "It's pretty late, ain't it?" The cat purred in agreement. Unwrapping the lolly she got from the freezer, she pulled out her laptop and decided to check on the news. She pulled up her favorite site and checked on their top stories in the Elite Persons area. 'New Bill Proposed for Enlisted EP Benefits' read one title. 'Bill for Enlisted EP Benefits Faces Rejection' read another. Gritting her teeth in disagreement, the girl clicked on the article. The article explained that despite having higher death

"We're doing what?" gasped Dot, trying to stop her friend. "We're going shopping to get you something decent," Layla explained, refusing to let go of her wrist. "If you keep dressing like that," she said, gesturing to the sweats Dot was wearing, "You'll never get a boyfriend." "Honestly Layla, I don't even think I have enough money right now to go shopping. I mean, I only get a couple hundred a month for living expenses! I don't even want--" "A boyfriend? I know you don't particularly care about your grades so what are you so focused on that you can't have a little fun. Experiment!" she ranted, rounding a corner to face a wide street packe

"Fuck..." hissed Dot as she pulled off her mask. The thin sheen of sweat on her face was quickly wiped off by reflex. As she plopped herself down on her dorm's twin bed, she sighed. She hadn't expected to meet an EP that night. It was already three --almost four. That left her with only five hours before her classes and she still had to get ready for bed. Begrudgingly, she sat up and went into her bathroom. She turned on her shower and waited for it to heat up as she stripped from her suit. As great as polyurethane was as a flexible and strong material, it did rub apart quite easily. When she saw the little hole beginning to appear at the el

The feeling of air flying past you at speeds you can only estimate is a great one. Dot had always found is refreshing and exciting. When she landed onto the short campus grass, she exhaled a strangled breath. The landing was always the hardest part of the fall. Rolling on the balls of her feet into a sprint, she ran off the campus. She took the familiar paths she had become accustomed too over the last year. As she came into the city's metro area, her HAM radio started its jabber. Policemen going back and forth on what was happening all over the city. She climbed up the fire escape of a usually tall apartment building, giving her a full 270

“Ugh…” Dot groaned, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of consciousness. She felt a source of warm heat near her, knowing it would help her sleep, she moved towards it. Nuzzling her face deeper into bed and the source of the heat, she sighed. The girl didn’t want to get up anytime soon. It didn’t help that she had such a nice heating pad. That’s when it hit her she didn’t have a heating pad. Shooting up, she fell out of bed with a thump. Causing the heated mass to sit up quickly. She hissed and held the back of her head. She’d hit it against the carpeted floors of the room. She didn’

Dot unlocked the door to Bo's flat with her version of the key. Since her arms were full, she bumped open the door with her hip. She hummed to herself and Asha as they enter the familiar room. Closing the door behind her with her foot, she shrugged off her bag, leaving it on the floor next to the door. Asha leaped from the girl's arms, prancing over to her spot on Bo's couch. "Oh. Hey Dorothy," greeted Raz, "Didn't know you were coming over today." "I come over almost every day," she laughed, "You really should be learning to expect me over." The girl kicked off her sneakers as she asked, "Where's Bo? Is he still at practice?" "Nah, Bobby

“Why the hell does this alway happen!” exclaimed Dot as she rushed to pull on her leggings. No matter how hard she tugged, the stupid things seemed to refuse to go over her muscly thighs. She hadn’t gelled her hair in days, leaving for her short curls to bounce around in front of her face. On reflex, she swatted them away. Dot knew she needed to be careful or she'd tear the new stitches in her shoulder. But, speaking how late she was running, that wasn't exactly at the top of the list of priorities for her. The painkillers were still in effect, probably because she was so small. Taking half a bottle of painkillers for a per