WOE IS ME [o]

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[attr="class","bonesbody"]obedience wasn't exactly her 'thing,' so to speak. as a matter of fact, brooke cerabino was known for her need to constantly go against the expectations of others. not because she wanted the attention or anything (it was nice, but not what she was after, per se). rather, there was a sense of ownership when she took charge and did whatever she wanted to do in the face of authority. in some form or another, it made her feel just a bit more alive, as oddly difficult to explain as it was.

take the credit card given to her by her mother's new husband, for example: was she told that she could use it buy whatever she needed? yes. was she going to do that? yes. was she also told, however, that she was allowed to buy whatever she didn't need but still wanted? yes. definitely. why? because he had already told her that despite it being a black card, despite all the riches that he had in his multiple bank accounts, this card was supposed to support her until the last day of high school. which, of course, meant that she should probably be a bit more thoughtful when it came to her spendings.

yet here she was, doing the exact opposite of that.

not that there was all that much to actually buy in the shopping centre at school. or, a better way to put it was probably that there wasn't a whole lot for her to want to buy. she wasn't necessarily a spendthrift to begin with, after all. the only thing she really wanted to see was the possible bankruptcy of her so-called 'stepfather,' or whether he would get angry with her should that actually happen. and thus, instead of wandering around with bags of clothing, shoes, and other such luxurious items, the fourteen-year-old had with her a bag filled with new mechanic tools... which, in reality, didn't cost a whole lot.

blinking, the blonde glanced about the shopping centre at the other wandering students, most of whom were more or less window shopping rather than shopping-shopping. brooke frowned, almost feeling the need to just go up to someone and ask if they wanted her to buy them anything. "isn't that kinda like... being a sugar mama?" blue eyes stared dumbfoundedly at a nearby water fountain, "i'd probly have to find someone that's like, ten or somethin' then, huh? but they'd be happy with just all the candy in m&m's world." she said to herself, though soon noticed a familiar figure near one of the clothing stores.

"huh! kitterine!" she called out, blinking as her free hand shot into the air, "kitty! here kitty, kitty!" all smiles by this point, the freshman jogged to her fellow blonde. once she'd reached her, the waving hand lowered, extended, and aimed a quick playful smack at katherine's chest, "howdy! what's shakin', bacon? i knew it was you by the size of those tits! heh! did they grow bigger since last week? seems like it," as if. "what'ja lookin' at? shoes that yar never gonna be able to buy without any money?" she laughed, then, the previously waving and smacking hand now ready to simply grab at (read: fondle) the junior's breasts under bright sunlight.

KATHERINE WINFIELD ● slams hands down mommy she's here ready to harass u gomene /shot

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