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Room 304, Friday Morning
Oct. 20th, 2006 10:34 amAngela sat in front of the mirror, trying to figure out how to remove the blond extensions from her hair without pulling off her entire scalp.
The Jamies Madroxes were going to die. Though she had to admit, it didn't look too awful, just ... not like her.
It had been a quiet week -- just class, time with Marty and talking to Rory at the newspaper meeting. Plus her dad was supposed to get to the school around noon.
Hopefully her hair would be back to normal by then.
The Jamies Madroxes were going to die. Though she had to admit, it didn't look too awful, just ... not like her.
It had been a quiet week -- just class, time with Marty and talking to Rory at the newspaper meeting. Plus her dad was supposed to get to the school around noon.
Hopefully her hair would be back to normal by then.
