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Post by { anastasiya olena kovalevsky, on Nov 16, 2008 19:05:53 GMT -5
+come on show them your love
the parking lot was pretty desolate and empty looking, especially since it was fifteen minutes after school. that would get people asking why there was only one girl sitting in her car and a baby in her hand. one of those parenting babies. yeah, you know, the fake ones that aren't even really that realistic? she hated them so much, but there was nothing she could really do. so who is this girl? anastasiya olena kovalevsky. or simply ana to some people, but only select people. she had held the baby carefully, comforting it and whatever else in an attempt to just shut it up. "baby! please. please. please stop crying." failing class seemed really tempting right now, anastasisya wouldn't lie. sure, she'd be kicked out of cheerleading from failing a class, but did she really need cheerleading?
okay. that was just her being crazy. she loved cheerleading too much to fail a class at all. what was better? she would lose her sanity if she kept this up, but if she failed she wouldn't be in cheerleading. anastasiya took a mere minute before she decided... she'd rather lose her sanity. so then she went back to the baby before it finally silenced and a smile snaked its way back onto her face. opening the back door to her car, she carefully placed the robot baby or whatever the hell it was inside the carseat.
and then it happened. it began fussing and then crying. anastasiya brought a hand to her mouth and covered it, making a whining noise. someone. really. hated. her. and she really wanted to pull her hair out. but she took the time to undo the buckles and pull the baby out, trying to get it to be quiet again. why was she being put through this? why had she even taken parenting? oh. wait until she had to wear the belly. that'd be pretty fun, psh.
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