Cell Mates
Seymour is not as dreamy and filled with delight, as you may think or hope. At least, that's what I think. Actually, it may be a fact. It will be a fact. I'm a troubled teenager, of course I'm well aware of this. Kendra Jones, pleased to meet you. Or am I not? Don't take it personal, I'm usually like this. This town...this town is interesting. Or maybe I am. You may think "Oh! A 14 year old brunette wouldn't cause any trouble whatsoever", well your mindset and stereotype assumptions need a reality check. I wouldn't consider myself a "great" person but I tend to label myself as an independent self-advocate. Although I'm my own independent being, of course I have a social life. Willow and Shayne. That's all I need to say. 2 girls, 1 boy is all I need for a reputation. Willow is almost like me but definitely has more self confidence. Shayne on the other hand, is the complete opposite. Although his lack of strength and beliefs, Shayne definitely has a heart. That's why he's the heart of our group. "Did you guys hear about the senior prom tonight?" Willow has questioned. "Of course we have. The seniors can't help but keep their trap open and loud." I responded. It's true. The seniors act as if they own the whole school like a castle, and we're the peasants. But, the king and queen will be determined tonight. "I say we crash it. We're pretty tall for our age and c'mon, after all of the shenanigans we've pulled off, we're practically natural at this. Especially when it's this easy.". Willow was right, we have been through worse but managed to pull it off. We've crashed a wedding, tons of seniors birthday parties, and into the school during weekend hours. This wouldn't be a problem. "Let's do it. I mean, a detention is the worst we can get. But that's as if we get caught. Which we're not planning to." I recalled.
