Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170826202219

Kyla nodded. "Oh, and don't expect to see bitch cheerleader Kyla Vazquez come to meet you." Kyla hurried out the library, she had to shake off Luis and Casey who wanted to walk her to class. The only way to get rid of them, was to gross them out by pretending to have lady problems. Once in the dorm, she got ready.

The girl that came to meet Michael in the parking lot looked drastically different from the scantily clad cheerleader they knew. She had a Liberty Rock Radio black baseball cap, with her hair messily fed through the hole in the back. Heavy dark eye make up. A baggy dark t-shirt on, jeans with many zips on them, high tops. Unless you really looked at her, she seemed almost unrecognizable to herself. In fact, no one looked at her. Anyone passing thought Kyla was some townie chick they had to avoid.

"How do I look?" Kyla asked Michael.