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Karla walks into sewing class, late as usual. But the girl didn't care. She didn't want to be a stupid servant, the girl would much prefer to be a...
Karla chuckles at Charlie's comment, “You're just jealous you don't have none.” The girl comments dribbling around with the hockey stick.
((Where can I jump in? I missed a lot))
Karla walks over to Tom, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. The girl wipes his tears smiling, though she felt exactly the same...
Real Name: Chloe Marie Bradshaw Foundling Name: Karla Jay Rionetta. Age: Fourteen Looks: [img] Personality: Funny, friendly, flirty,...
I shall join, give me 2.
1: Paramore 2: Evanescence 3: Linkin Park 4: My Chemical Romance 5: Avril Lavigne
Karla kicks her legs up onto the desk, regardless of wearing a skirt or the teacher going ballistic. The girl drowns them out drifting into her...
Karla sits, bored and tired.
Karla slips in at the back of class, late, but more importantly unnoticed. Karla was rather stealthy in those ways.
Karla watches Kat walk away, then turns to Tom, one of her best friends. “So, you and Kat are an item now, hm?” She says with her usual smile.
Karla chuckles, screwing the cap back on and sliding the bottle back in her bag. “Obviously not, Karla's gotta have her daily doses.” Karla...
Karla takes a bottle from her bag, in an ordinary water bottle which she has filled with vodka. The girl is heavy with her drinking. Karla takes a...
Karla laughs and sits beside the group. “And this is what we put up with everyday.” The girl bursts into a grin, and leans back slightly.
Karla and the girls dart back to the changing rooms, changing and redoing their hair. Karla then walks out, towards her usual popular crowd....
Reaching the finish line Karla quickly snaps a picture of herself and her friends, all pulling faces in there crazy way. The girl posts it on...
Karla is out on track, in her running gear and racing around the track. The girl grins her blonde hair slicked back into a messy ponytail.
Karla laughs, “That's true.” She answers whilst raising a brow at Tom. Karla turns back to Nick. “So, what class do we have?” The girl...
Karla looks around, for any sight of her good friends. Karla was rather well known in the parts, and she loved company.
Adjusting her skirt, Karla leans against her locker twirling her blonde locks happily, waiting for someone to talk to.