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Well their Eva was sitting there, with her childhood friend, facing five identically greasy siblings, their history well known ever since they went to school having to looking up a certain word from the dictonary... the House of Prostitution where they ever since they were five had forced to work hard under some very odd conditions, causing them to inherit some uncalled for traits, including walking into the girl's showers, stealing their stuff while in the showers, and if they drank to much; they would walk up to the shower's plastic curtain and would reach past it for a boobe grab. Letting a loud scream to ring through the halls, but that was all. No principal, no teachers, not even suspension or a permanent one. It would only have caused them to come back when no other school would take them, not even Juvy. So this school decided to keep them.

Eva slowly gasped staring straight ahead at the dark leathery seat she didn't want to see their faces behind the bush of greasy hair suddenly they stopped, and stared at Eva all of them smirking d*mn I'm going to be raped... on a bus she couldn't tell who was bending down next to her ear, but she did know that she was being intoxicated by a cruel smell that she didn't even want to compare anything to " Saw you fall on your own land... clutzy bi-" before he could finish his own profanity Eva glared at him, Knowing what this meant he smirked hiding the fact that she nearly scared the sh*t out of him and left.

Eva sighed in happy relief, fell back, and let her eyes droop , but this was short lived "Um... Eva? you alright?" Alison asked Imediately Eva sat up and nodded smiling at her; Alison Smiled back, and while they were smiling at eachother Eva noticed something dark leaning against a conviently located tree. What is that?




well here it is Number Three! Yays... feel free to comment How I'm doing... don't need to keep doing something pointless and sorry for those who felt a little squirmish if some of it was a bit err... gross but it did pop into my head when I thought about the stories during camp... so why waste a more or less good idea? twisted