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    At four in the morning, Allison was woken by Dave Grohl's screaming in "The Pretender". One of her favorites. She had left her music on and she didn't bother to turn it off. Something great to wake up with. Of course, it was 4am and she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to bed so she lay in silence. "Keep you in the dark... you know they all pretend.." she sings softly.
    She continued her song singing until 6am. She got up, made her bed, took a shower, got dressed, all that great stuff. At 7am she ate her usual Cap'n Crunch cereal. Alone of course, She hated cereal with milk. She hated milk in general actually. After her breakfast, she grabbed her board and skated to school.

    Patricia had woken up around 5:00 in the morning. From 5:00-5:15 Patricia took a quick fifteen minute shower almost using up all the hot water, but she was the only one who took showers this early so it was alright. Then, once she was done drying off, from 5:18-5:30 Patricia applied a light amount of makeup to her already smooth and beautiful. It took her a long time because she wants every stroke to be somewhat perfect. After she was done with the makeup, she spent 5:30-6:20 figuring out what to wear. There wasn't school uniforms, but there was still a dress code. Patricia had to make sure that she could still express herself through clothing and follow the dress code at the same time.


    Seeing that she had enough time left, Patricia ate some breakfast. "I do want to be late." Patricia muttered. She quickly placed a pink bento into her leather school bag and raced out the door. Patricia jumped into the passengers seat of her father's car and buckled her seatbelt. My daily routine has been complete! I'm so glad, I wasn't interrupted like last time. Patricia stared out the window and gripped the seat a little as the car started moving. Patricia smiled seeing the school building come into view. "Goodbye, daddy." Patricia waited until the car pulled up to the sidewalk to unbuckle her seatbelt and give her father a hug. Patricia got out the car and walked towards the building, pulling her brown hair into a ponytail.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white][align=center][color=black]"Good work Brayden, already running behind schedule..." The young girl muttered to herself as she ran a hand through the mess of dirty blonde hair that settled on her body in curls that were surprisingly last minute as she threw her backpack ( Why yes, a backpack because she carried way too many things to carry around a chic purse like her friends did ) into the passenger seat of her little white mini cooper. Her car purred to life as she sped out of her driveway and started tearing down the road, the cooper smoothly gliding over the asphalt. With a quick glance up at the mirror in the car, she checked the thin line of eyeliner that she had hurriedly put on, it wasn't too shabby if she did say so herself.


    With a million thoughts flying through her head, she glanced over at the passenger seat and noted the fact that her little brother had snuck in a cookie that had a note on top of the plastic which said 'Go get 'em Bray!' She flashed a smile over at the little pickmeup as her eyes went back to the road. She was excited to go to school, I mean yeah, weekends were great & all but she always liked the school setting...maybe that made her a tad bit of a nerd. But she could never be mistaken for one in her white lacy tank top and pair of highwaisted shorts that she had to slip past her mom in. Heh, no she was not going to wear a turtleneck like her mother wanted her to.


    Rolling her eyes at the thought of her in a turtleneck, Brayden parked her car and sat there for a moment...debated whether or not she really wanted to go in. Huffing a sigh, she decided that it was the best to show up than not. She got out of her car, noticing that she had parked her car crooked as she slung on her backpack. It was heavy but it was nothing she couldn't handle since she took dance so her legs were stronger than they were the previous year. She started walking in to the school, she sipped on the odd mixture of fruits that she had made into a smoothie...the stupid thing had made her get up early that morning. She was a complete health nut, always sipping on something green and disgusting looking.


    Her eyes grazed over the school when finally they landed on a beanie. She kept on looking, only to see the beanie had a face. Scout Momsen.[/fancypost]

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    ＩＣ; Scout felt someone watching her, she looked up and saw that Brayden was watching her. She locked eyes with the other girl, a smirk running across her face as she winked and then blew a large amount of smoke into the air. She though this chick was actually pretty hot, for a Bubblegum, if Scout got her hands on her she would put her in some leather leggings. Scout smirked at that thought.




    She also saw that her best friend had come into school,"ALLISON? ALLISON!" She yelled over do her friend. The teachers had started to call them over and to talk to them a about how the trip was going to work. They had got everyone to drop off their suitcases yesterday so they were already on the bus. Soon they would be grouped.




    She saw a wave of panic go through the crowd, also a lot of anger and protest. When she peiced together everything she yelped in anger. They were putting Bubblegums with Liquors.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white][align=center][color=black]When the two girl's eyes locked instantly Brayden's grey-blue eyes widened slightly. She had to admit, something coursed through her system whenever she saw the girl do her oh-so famous wink...and this time it was to her. Her out of all people. She did a little smirk in response when suddenly she turned around and almost bumped into Patricia. She let out a little squeal as she stumbled backwards a couple of steps before she said a cheery "Hey! You're finally on time." Giving her a small wink that was no where as cool or as smooth as Scout's wink. She played with the straps of her backpack, glancing over at Scout's direction only to see that the girl had left. Brayden bit her lip, looking back to her friend and chatting about simple 'Bubblegum girl esque' subjects.


    The crowd felt like it was bristling like an angry cat. Bubblegums and Liquors? She sighed, not one to freak out over small things but she hoped that she wouldn't get beat up. She was too open and often was made fun of by the closed off Liquors. She hastily ran a hand through her hair as she frowned, looking at the girls in the other group and gulped. She was going to get beat up...there was no other way around it. "Hopefully I packed band aids..." She said gently to Pat, eyes wide and scared...kind of like a little kids when they have to go to the dentists.[/fancypost]

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    ＩＣ; Scout was fuming, she could not be out with a girl smelling pansy for a whole two weeks! No, no way. The teachers started calling out a name from each clique then giving them a tent. "Scout Momsen and Brayden Grayson!" The teacher called. Oh. A small smirk played across the Liquors lips. She hoped she had brought her extra leather legging because this trip could be a little fun.




    She stalked up to the teacher like an angry panther, a ciggerette in hand. All the Liquors smiledat her and have her sympathetic looks. She snatched the tent from the elderly teacher like a vapid snake. She took a drag as everyone in the school watched her and she waited for her new game, Brayden.




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    Patricia smiled and blushed a little. "Hi, yea I've been slacking a little." Patricia heard all the bubblegum girls complaining about being paired with up a liquor. If they're attempting to make bubblegums and liquor put our difference aside, then they've only created a recipe for madness. I am intrigued to see how this will play out. Most liquor and bubblegums won't last a week with each other, but I don't have a problem with it. Patricia gripped the strap of her leather bag smugly and applied a bit more gloss to her pink plumped lips.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white][align=center][color=black]'Scout Momsen & Brayden Greyson'. She was with Scout...the dragon. Her eyes shifted to the group of girls that surrounded her - there were a few surprised gasps and instantly they started trying to give her tips on how to survive with Scout but their voices mixed and at this point...background noise. She lifted her chin, going through the crowd and standing up infront of both cliques.


    With her chin slightly raised she looked at Scout evenly, noting how many smirks were appearing on the faces of the Liquors. She glanced down at the cigarette, and watched as the death stick went to Scout's lips and she took a drag. She held her breath when suddenly she knocked the thing out of the other girl's hand [ if you don't want that part to happen we can always say that Brayden just stood there and didn't say anything ] and watched as it descended to the ground. "I'm not smelling like smoke for two weeks." She stated simply as she watched Scout's reaction. She bit her lip, trying not to let the fear get the best of her. She knew how her mood could be easily expressed, not one for hiding emotions.[/fancypost]




    I guess you could say Allison didn't care much if she had to put up with a Bubblegum. She listened in for her name quietly. As Scout's name was called, Allison gave a small small and raised an eyebrow at her. Somehow that was going to be fun. She snickers.
    "Allison Martins and Patricia Abe." was called out by the teacher.
    "Ooooh." the Liquors were amused. Some nudged Allison.
    Allison just laughed, stood up and snatched the tent from the table. She looks over her shoulder at Patricia, gives her a smirk, and moves on to wait for her. This could be amusing.

    Patricia gripped her pleated skirt and gasped lightly, hearing her name. So much for a perfect day... Patricia received sympathetic looks from the other bubblegums and few of them told her to keep her guard up around Allison. Patricia gripped the strap of her leather bag and numbly moved over to Allison. "Hi.." Patricia muttered, unamused. If anything she looked miserable.


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    "Hey Bubblegum," Allison says with her usual mischievous grin, "This should be interesting."
    She looks at Patricia. She dressed pretty cute, Allison could give her that. She was still a bubblegum though. A bubblegum's a bubblegum and a liquor's a liquor. That's all there was too it. Allison took out a cig and lit it.

    "Can you please not smoke around me" Patricia opened up her leather bag and pulled out a surgical mask, she put it on to prevent herself from inhaling the toxic fumes. She also pulled a spray bottle and put out the mini fire as quickly as possible. "I want to keep my lungs healthy and I don't want to get cancer from second hand smoking." Patricia put the spray bottle back into her leather bag, but kept the surgical mask on just in case.

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    ＩＣ; Scout took in what happened slowly, did this dang bubblegum just knock away her cigarette? She then decided that that was not acceptable, she blew the smoke still in her mouth right in Brayden's face,"Tough luck sweetcheeks, I think i'll like you better if you smell of smoke not whiney b*tch,"And she added her famous wink on the end, known to make guys and girls swoon. Now that had been mean, but Scout never meant the mean things she said, if you was talking to the nerdy side of her you would get a,"I respect your wishes, I shall not smoke around you,"But alas, the whole school was watching and she had a reputation to uphold. Her reputation was pretty bad, bratty child genius who's made out with every Liquor, a couple Bubblegum and the twin P.E teachers. This was not a true rumor, just the child genius and the P.E teachers.




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    With the blown out cigarette and lighter still in her hand, she looks at Patricia. Half amused, half irritated. The funny aspect of it decided to take over. Allison never really got mad easily.
    "God, you brought a mask?" she says laughingly, "You bubblegum's are reaaaally something else."
    "You know, a little smoke never hurt anyone." she says, exhaling the smoke in front of her. This wasn't really meant to provoke anyone. Allison was more known as a genius prankster, not of a notorious bad girl. She didn't like the whole 'being bad because that's the life you chose for yourself'. She didn't see her life like that. She saw it in way where she could just be the person she is and not have to be a total baddie or a goody-goody. It was just her. When she exhaled in front of Patricia, she was doing this almost in like a teasing way towards Patricia. You could see the mischievous look in her eyes.

    "The mask has nothing to do with me being a bubblegum. Its something we wear in Japan, it keeps us from getting other people sick." Patricia took a few steps away from Allison. Patricia shot her a glare, not really finding it funny. "Well if you are going to smoke then at least blow it the other way. A lot of people die from second hand smoking and it causes asthma."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white][align=center][color=black]Scout's words came out harsh and Brayden had to keep herself from flinching but her eyes traveled downwards to Scout's boots as she chewed on the inside of her lip. She would say something equally as mean back but she knew that Scout would top it. But she could help but let herself chuckle but it was dry. "Why are you even going camping? It's not your "scene"."


    She glanced at the smoldering cigarette that laid half bent on the ground. She looked back up at the girl and gave a little shrug. "Look, forget about the smoking thing. Just be prepared not to smoke inside the tent. I can't have my lungs hurt from secondhand smoke...I need to outrun you if we see a bear." The last part was a joke and a ghost of a smile formed on her lips, looking at her hands instead of Scout because it was easier to pretend she was just another person on the street that way.[/fancypost]

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    ＩＣ; Scout smirked a little, this girl was actually okay. "Deal. And i'm doing it because I need to pass P.E, other wise I can't get my forensics scholarship," The Liquor explained. She was just appreciating the girl, checking her out. It was slightly to intimidate the girl, but also because Scout is a pretty flirty girl. She smiled at the little smile on the others lips.




    She lit another cigarette but this time she stood so the wind blew away from the girl. Scout was being unusually nice to this Bubblegum and she did not know why. Maybe this one was just different to the others.




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    She gives a light chuckle, "Alright, alright I got it." she says. She didn't know much about Patricia, but she seemed like a tough girl to take over. Oh well. She flicked the cigarette and some ashes fell to the ground. She usually felt SOME type of inhalant or x urge after she took a drag, but for some reason it didn't come. With her left arm, she takes the tent out from under her right. She looks at it for a moment and realizes two things.
    1. She has never been camping.
    2. How the h*ll do you even put up a tent?
    "You ever been camping before?" Allison says, her gaze still set in concentration on the folded up tent.