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ᴅᴏɴᴜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪʟᴋsʜᴀᴋᴇs
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Besides the other school bullshit, Emori's second week of school went pretty decent. She even tried out for cheer.
Emori awkwardly stood next to another girl that she had to compete with for trials.
Literally 32 seconds into Emori's choreography as her whole being was crucially judged by the "It" girls of the school, tapping their bedazzled pens on their chins as they peered at her.
She wondered what exactly went through their heads, and was afraid that they'd notice she used her own dance moves because she didn't have the motivation to learn any of theirs.
"Okay, that's enough" the blonde girl asked through the gum she chewed
Emori awkwardly stopped, tucking her lose curls behind her ears as she watched her write down some shit
"...You're in girly!" She happily told with a big smile on her face, pointing at the pink haired girl
"...um, thanks." She looked to the girl next to her, who's face turned red as she angrily stormed out of the hall.
"You're not gonna?—" she quietly asked about the other girl
"Practice starts next week! Thank you, next!" The girl yelled, staring into her soul
"Yo Scar! I got in mother fucka !" Emori yelled to her brother across the hall as she walked to the girls changing room door
"That's wassup! Proud of you sis!" He yelled back as she chuckled
"That's your sister?" She heard someone ask in the distance, before scoff-chuckling and pushing the changing room door open
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