Junko made her way down the sidewalk at a pleasant stride. Her hair was frizzled and her face as almost as red as a yam. If one thing was certain about this thirteen year old girl at the moment, is that she had to be involved in a kerfuffle at the very least. That or she just woke up this morning with a pineapple up her derriere. This caused a number of queer reactions from those who passed the schoolgirl in the scuffled cheerleading uniform with a crimson book-bag flung over her right shoulder.
How dare they request my leave from the squad. Image? Funk that! What kind of image is that new blonde, busty, bouncy, bimbo ditz going to portray as squad captain. That’s right, the exact kind they want. Power? I took charge when I had to; somebody had to herd the cattle. Junko moved her sweaty, currently pompom grasping hands over her small mouth, hiding a grinchy smile. Next, Her eyes widened as broke out in the best noblewomans laugh that she could perform with her developing voice. I planned at least half of the routine. Let’s just see they even try to get to nationals without me. Just try, you asinine twits!
The girl continued to walk down the various sidewalks. By now she actually had now idea exactly were she was, and had been more or less walking around in circles for the past quarter hour. The old, gossiping crones at the buss-stop were beginning to giggle at her very presence but it was ignored by the girl. “If the is thirty fourth street, I need to take a left at Al…”She began to grumble to herself but was interrupted by the force of a collision that knocked her back. BUMP!
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