Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20180220190549

Jo raised her arms, "We're Got Detention, woo!" Doing an impression of the voice of the wicked witch, she declared, "Fly, cheer bitches, fly!"

Kyla shot her a look of repulsion. "What are you talking about?"

"Get the fuck out of my sight, Dumbo, and let us play!" Jo shouted at her.

"We get to dance for one song!" Kyla argued.

Jo turned to Michael. "Get them out of my sight, Mike, or my threat in the van..." She unzipped the pocket that concealed the knife. This time, it was a threat, she probably wouldn't go through with it.

Leroy steped in, to stop anyone from getting cut. Turning to Kyla and her posse of girls, he said, "Maybe you could go dance amongst the crowd? Get our name out there."

Kyla had to roll her eyes, and act like she found him disgusting. "Fine," she muttered. Had anyone else suggested it, she probably would have argued them down.

"Thanks," Milo said, adding the numbers. He then called Greg.