Kierra Folsom Nice,Pretty,Asian,Korean,Friendly, Athletic,Smart 16 Sporty,Fancy(Depends),Casual (Pretty)
"Hey Diaaana," a familiar high pitched voice called. "Did you get your hair cut? It seems shorter." Avida laughed and turned around. Kierra came walking up to Diana. "Do you know that *****? She unscrewed my desk, and put a fly in my drink yesterday." KiKi shook her head in shame, then walked off. Now Diana was alone..but not for long. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the ugly image of her parents having intercourse. On. The. Dining. Room. Table. Suddenly, she felt something soft on her cheek. "Sam! Oh my God I've missed you!" She reached up and kissed him on the lips. Sam was Diana's boyfriend of 2 years. He had been on a trip to New Jersey for two weeks. Now they were dancing together under a heart-shaped disco ball. "You look beautiful, Diana." He kissed her on the lips with passion and love. "STOP RIGHT THERE YOU S***!"
"STOP RIGHT THERE YOU S***!" The voice rang through the gym. Avida was walking straight towards Diana and Sam. When she reached Diana, Avida swung a slap, and hit. Her icy hand tried again, but was caught by Sam. "And what do you think you're doing?!" He yelled more than asked. He hoisted her up onto the drink table, then grabbed the punch bowl and poured it down Avida's dress. Matt came and helped him lift her up and push Avida into a big trash can. Her shrieks were piercing. Kierra ran over and dumped a plate of hors d'veures (sp?) into the trash can. By now Avida was crying, mascara running down her cheeks. "Excuse me?"