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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 6, 2012
Kara sighed as she sat in class, rather bored. It was only the middle of September and she already wanted out. She'd never admit that allowed, but it was true.
She turned her head to look outside at the sun and her wavy, dirty blonde hair (shoulder length) moved with her, partially obscuring her view. She huffed and pushed it back behind her ear while her green eyes still gazed outside.
Why couldn't she just be home now? She really didn't have any friends here and being around people just made her feel... awkward and uncomfortable. That plus the fact that-
Kara sort of got a feeling in her lower regions then. She never understood why it happened, but she had just started... doing something about it recently and so it usually came back.
Kara turned to face the front of class and sort of glanced around her, a little flush on her cheeks. She felt like people were staring. Yes, she was wearing a semi-short jean skirt and a nice, clingy green top, but still...
The feeling was still there when Kara stopped glancing around. No one was looking at her so she allowed her hand to ghost between her legs, keeping her right hand on the desk as she pretended to read through the book there. The desks weren't too open but they were open enough that if uou were to pay attention to her, you'd probably be able to guess what she was doing under her desk. This was the 8th grade after all.
She turned her head to look outside at the sun and her wavy, dirty blonde hair (shoulder length) moved with her, partially obscuring her view. She huffed and pushed it back behind her ear while her green eyes still gazed outside.
Why couldn't she just be home now? She really didn't have any friends here and being around people just made her feel... awkward and uncomfortable. That plus the fact that-
Kara sort of got a feeling in her lower regions then. She never understood why it happened, but she had just started... doing something about it recently and so it usually came back.
Kara turned to face the front of class and sort of glanced around her, a little flush on her cheeks. She felt like people were staring. Yes, she was wearing a semi-short jean skirt and a nice, clingy green top, but still...
The feeling was still there when Kara stopped glancing around. No one was looking at her so she allowed her hand to ghost between her legs, keeping her right hand on the desk as she pretended to read through the book there. The desks weren't too open but they were open enough that if uou were to pay attention to her, you'd probably be able to guess what she was doing under her desk. This was the 8th grade after all.