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After throwing random stuff in her book bag, and throwing on random clothes. Billie-Jean styled her hair rainbow colored hair, lined her eyes in the thickest purple liner, and shoved her teal glasses on her face. She dashed out of her room grabbing the car keys from the do kitchen counter, and finding her dance bag in the fridge. (Why it was there she couldn't tell you.) BJ dashed to the car and jumped into the families mini van, with flower, and the word "groovy" painted on the side. She pushed a weed plant to the back of the van, and turned on the car. Heading toward her school.

It occurred to her that maybe she should ask people for directions, or maybe print out something on from google maps at least. After turning around in circles two times she gave up and pulled up next to the nearest pedestrian. She pulled up next to a nice old lady rolled down her window and said in the most polite voice she could manage,

"Miss! Would you happen to know where Crescent Academy is?"

This was what she was going for. But what came out of her mouth was completely different.

"Hey! Old lady! Where the hell is Crescent Academy?!!"

The woman took one look at the rainbow colored hair, makeup, cherry shaped piercings, and the mini van and stuck up her nose at BJ.

"If I would of known they were accepting such FILTH I would not of let my grandson go there..." The old woman said in the most snootiest voice ever.

Oh lord.... thought Billie-Jean. Just let the darn woman answer my question.

Almost as if it pained her the woman told Billie-Jean how to get there through clenched teeth.

If she had taken any longer Billie-Jean might of not made it at all!

She found a empty spot next to the main building, and quickly gathered her stuff and locked the car.

She had pulled out her schedule and was about to head to English class when a teacher stopped her.

It was the hair, and the piercings, and makeup, and the the fact that BJ smelled like weed.

She was stuck in the principles office for two hours....

Well at least she'll make it for lunch...