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IC: "Hey, it's a miracle I'm not on drugs. And still attending school. And am able to get pass grades." Amy says, raising her hands in surrender.
Never Coming Home Never Coming Home...
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"I've actually had a Coke margerita. It was so good..." Gina sighed happily, reminescing (Obviously spelled wrong.)
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Her frown deepens.
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IC: "...I'm not being funny, but every who smokes cigs doesn't die from lung cancer." Amy scowls. Nobody tells her what to do. In some cases, quite literally. -
"Fine then...I'll come back for your funeral." Emily didn't mean to be bitter. To be honest, she liked Gina and Amy. But seeing Amy drink herself to death like her father had brought out the worst in her.
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Gina looked around, and had been trying to take a nap for a while. "Could you guys be quiet?!" she snapped.
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IC: "Burry me in black then. And make sure none of my family turn up. Because my mum won't come. Because she can't. And she did nothing, he forced her to f*cking run some drugs for him. And she got caught." Amy snaps, pretty wound up. After all, being bitter and hostile was a family thing. -
"Whatever..."
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IC: "...Can anybody do Algebra here?" Amy asks, and then curses. "I gotta get it in for this morning." -
Gina mumbled, unable to sleep. "I can. Reluctantly."
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"Nope."
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IC: "Please?" Amy asks, throwing Gin (Great nickname by the way ^^) a sheet worth of quadratics and a pen. -
(LOL Ain't it? :3)
Emily serves the plates, bring them out.
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The pen landed on her face, which made her sputter a little, as the paper floated mockingly in front of her. She groaned. "Negative b plus or minus..." Gin (I still think of the gin and tonic, which is related to alcohol) mumbled as she wrote down the formula she loved so dearly.
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OC: I always think of my nan. She expects me to make her gin and tonic.
IC: "I love you!" Amy shouts to Gin. -
Emily sets down a plate on a coffee table near Gin, putting the other in Amy's hands.
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"Mrrrrrrrgh..." Gina put two fingers to her temple as she pushed the finished equations away.
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"You okay?" She put a hand on Gin's shoulder. "Kudos to you for your math skills."
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IC: "Thank you!" Amy shouts to both of them. -
"And now I have a headache." Gina muttered quite loudly.