 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Sheridan bopped down the stairs, her workman boots clacking off the floor, her bright blue jeans making it impossible to run from Hendricks. Grrr, she carried on jogging, stacking slightly on the stairs. She had to of missed the kickbox session didn't she!
OW! She cried, banging into a red head girl, who looked younger than her. Only slightly though, sorry about that she said, from the ground. She'd fallen over in the process, her jeans ripped at the knees. Typical. She leaned back against the ground, inwardly cursing at the rips |