Candira
Singularity
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
SPLAT!
That was the sound of a fist full of clay beaming a student in the head. Someone was very displeased with the fact that their best friend had slept with his girlfriend. The carnage that followed was like something out of a dream. Roxxi barely managed to dodge art supplies on her way to the door. She came within an inch of her life as a knife came flying past her head. She screamed and everyone but the two made a dash for the door. She was splattered with clay, glaze, and paint when she managed to get out of her art class. Hand over her chest, she walked herself out of the art building and back to her dorm.
"Okay, maybe being an artist was more dangerous than I thought," she grumbled. A shower was definitely in order. She ran her fingers through her chocolate brown curls only to discover that she was going to have to spend some time in the bathroom. Clay and paint were taking up residence there. Groaning, she flipped of someone who pointed and laughed at her before grabbing clean stuff from her closet and her shower kit and heading straight to the bathroom.
About an hour later, she came back out, looking just as beautiful as usual her. Hair was back to shining chocolate curls that framed her face perfectly, her pretty face was free of paint and clay and had traces of make up that enhanced her natural beauty, and her sexy, curvy body was dressed in a short denim skirt and a green sweater. She wondered briefly if he would be tutoring her again today, but quickly shook that out of her head. Her next class had her newest friend and most wonderful confidante. He would get a kick out of this story.
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Anna really just wanted to bury her face into a pillow. She'd just spent another day of classes with her ex, who was clearly trying to make her suffer. She left the building as quickly as possible when classes were over and now she was resting in the student grill with a smoothie. She hadn't been able to focus at all today. Her tutor really had his work cut out for him today. She would need lessons in all of the classes she'd spaced out on. The poor guy was a real trooper, and he had the patience of a saint. She would have to remember to thank him.
She brushed her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder. It was straight today, resting in a loose ponytail that tended to sneak onto her shoulder when she least expected it. She wore a very short pair of shorts that showed off her sexy legs, and a blue tank top. Her chest was beautifully endowed, though not quite fantasy esque. She smiled and bought an extra slice of cake for her tutor, figuring he'd appreciate the gesture.
Speaking of her tutor, she should get going before she was late.
That was the sound of a fist full of clay beaming a student in the head. Someone was very displeased with the fact that their best friend had slept with his girlfriend. The carnage that followed was like something out of a dream. Roxxi barely managed to dodge art supplies on her way to the door. She came within an inch of her life as a knife came flying past her head. She screamed and everyone but the two made a dash for the door. She was splattered with clay, glaze, and paint when she managed to get out of her art class. Hand over her chest, she walked herself out of the art building and back to her dorm.
"Okay, maybe being an artist was more dangerous than I thought," she grumbled. A shower was definitely in order. She ran her fingers through her chocolate brown curls only to discover that she was going to have to spend some time in the bathroom. Clay and paint were taking up residence there. Groaning, she flipped of someone who pointed and laughed at her before grabbing clean stuff from her closet and her shower kit and heading straight to the bathroom.
About an hour later, she came back out, looking just as beautiful as usual her. Hair was back to shining chocolate curls that framed her face perfectly, her pretty face was free of paint and clay and had traces of make up that enhanced her natural beauty, and her sexy, curvy body was dressed in a short denim skirt and a green sweater. She wondered briefly if he would be tutoring her again today, but quickly shook that out of her head. Her next class had her newest friend and most wonderful confidante. He would get a kick out of this story.
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Anna really just wanted to bury her face into a pillow. She'd just spent another day of classes with her ex, who was clearly trying to make her suffer. She left the building as quickly as possible when classes were over and now she was resting in the student grill with a smoothie. She hadn't been able to focus at all today. Her tutor really had his work cut out for him today. She would need lessons in all of the classes she'd spaced out on. The poor guy was a real trooper, and he had the patience of a saint. She would have to remember to thank him.
She brushed her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder. It was straight today, resting in a loose ponytail that tended to sneak onto her shoulder when she least expected it. She wore a very short pair of shorts that showed off her sexy legs, and a blue tank top. Her chest was beautifully endowed, though not quite fantasy esque. She smiled and bought an extra slice of cake for her tutor, figuring he'd appreciate the gesture.
Speaking of her tutor, she should get going before she was late.