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Post by brittany morris. on Aug 12, 2010 16:35:58 GMT -5
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"Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy! You think this is hard? I have to sit here and watch this pitiful excuse for a routine! That's hard! Take five!" Coach Sylvester shouted through her bullhorn, her usual disgusted sneer on her face. Brittany pouted, nearly collapsing from exhaustion. The other Cheerios began grumbling, grateful for the break but angry at the criticism. Brittany stumbled away from her pyramid of Cheerios, plopping onto the ground and drinking her water bottle, staring up at the sky.
"Hi, Brittany." Becky Jackson said, smiling and waving shyly at Brittany. Brittany beamed, waving at Becky. "Hi, Becky! How are you?" She asked, patting the spot next to her. Becky shook her head, denying the spot. "I have to go to the doctor's today." Brittany wrinkled her nose, giving Becky a sympathetic look. "Oh. I hope you don't have to get a shot. Bye, Becky." She said, waving as the girl toddled off, meeting her mom at the end of the field. Alone again, Brittany immediately began scanning the field for her best friend, Santana. She bit her lip nervously, hoping that Santana was there. I hope she's not mad at me.
[/color] Brittany thought nervously, chewing on her lip harder. She and Santana had never had a fight, but lately Santana had been upset at her for talking to Becky. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - •tags• santana! !•status• done !•comments• i'm not too sure how i feel about this post. !•lyrics• Crush by Paramore !•credit• angelbymistake from Caution 2.0 ![/center]
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