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Room 221, Wednesday evening
Feb. 11th, 2009 05:52 pmBrooke was feeling better today, which she partly blamed on just be able to even go to cheerleading.
And then there was her dress. She was making her own for the dance, under the thought process that if she was going to go alone, she was just going to look extra fantastic. And she was fine with that, even. More boys to steal away to dance with that way. She saw no bad here.
So this was Brooke, sitting by her mannequin and putting the finishing touches on her dress, even if she'd be likely to go "NO NO NO" and throw something over it if anyone came by. She was a dork that way.
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And then there was her dress. She was making her own for the dance, under the thought process that if she was going to go alone, she was just going to look extra fantastic. And she was fine with that, even. More boys to steal away to dance with that way. She saw no bad here.
So this was Brooke, sitting by her mannequin and putting the finishing touches on her dress, even if she'd be likely to go "NO NO NO" and throw something over it if anyone came by. She was a dork that way.
[Door and post open!]
