Patrellia-Chanelle was pacing up and down the hall in front of her bedroom. She was waiting for her friends. This idea had her extremely excited before, but now she was extremely worried. She tried not to frown too much, though, because frowning causes wrinkles later on in life, or, ICK, earlier. All of a sudden she heard the rustle of bags, and giggling. P.C.'s head snapped up, and she had a mini panic attack before she finally calmed down. "I can't have my crew see me like this" she thought. So she picked up Coco, her Jack Russell Terrier, and breathed deeply. Coco wiggled around so that she was facing P.C., and then licked her face. That's when P.C. giggled, and her crew came into view. P.C. gave them a sly smile, then said the one two-syllable word she was dreading a moment ago, but now embraced like this season's refuge lapis skinny jeans.
"Showtime."
"Okay, so it wasn't as bad as I thought. It was actually a lot of fun!" said P.C. Penni caught her, and said
"You thought it would be bad?" Shoot.
"No, I thought you guys might be worried, though." P.C. mentally slapped herself a high five. "Nice Save" she thought.
"Oh, well, I guess I was a little worried, with the color setup and all, but I think it did work out quite nicely!" Stated Roie. Bless her little heart. On that note, we all turned around to admire our work. My wall was a blur of Hot Pinks, Lime Greens, All kinds of Blues and Purples, some Orange, and basically any color, um, EVER, including Grey and Black. There, on my wall, were phrases and inside jokes, all framed around a big lime green THE POSSE, written in spray paint. It was the most Amazing thing I've ever seen, me thinks. We all murmured simultaneously
"WHOA." Just Whoa.
And that's all it took.