Purple Dynamite
Chapter Three: Preparations
Tori sat atop a table in Dreamas dorm room, patiently waiting for her to finish getting ready as she picked out the nasty stuff from behind her fingernails. Normally, she hated the way Dreama was late-ish. But today, for some reason, it didnt really matter much anymore. She crossed her legs and looked out the window at the setting sun. Only a few hours before their performance. Only a few hours before it all started to happen.
They were finally getting what they deserved.
Dreama popped her head out and began frantically scrambling for anything she had that would look good in her hair.
Shed been through every expensive (or not) hair piece shed owned but nothing seemed to work.
Everything was too bland too ordinary and damn it...
Dreama found herself extraordinary.
Like a flower.
Only not as graceful.
Are flowers even graceful...
Focus, Diva, focus. She murmered to herself, finally spying a flower barette. The flower was a silvery color and fit perfectly with that bun and her outfit.
She ran out the bathroom, grabbed Tori and squealed. Im late!
So am I!! Tori chimed lamely as she smothered her short skirt back down to her knees.
Lets get going. She dashed off.














Comments
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Don't you know, in the end, we'll be tragically torn apart?
Thanks. But the story isn't so great without Tori.
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They say I'm crazy
I really don't care that's my prerogative
They say I'm nasty
But I don't give a damn getting boys is how I live.
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...in bed.
~*~My Gallery~*~
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...in bed.
~*~My Gallery~*~
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They say I'm crazy
I really don't care that's my prerogative
They say I'm nasty
But I don't give a damn getting boys is how I live.
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Don't you know, in the end, we'll be tragically torn apart?
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take my hand, lets get famous
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...in bed.
~*~My Gallery~*~
...oh the randomness
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take my hand, lets get famous
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