Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Pace Amy is a third year, in Italia Conti, yaaarh “Pace yourself girls!” The P.E professor shouted at the girls as they ran, red faced and sweaty around the course, the girls, all puffing around glared passionately at the fat faced woman as she stood shouting and laughing at them, slathering suntan lotion. “I’d like to give her some pacing!” Amy muttered, stacking over twice. This was not her idea of education, anything but, when she’d invisiged a new school, she’d seen, new uniform, double jazz hands and heavy lairy parties. “HURRY UP GIRLS!
“Urrrrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhh”
Last edited by city_girl_95; 06-28-2011 at 09:03 PM.
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