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Lorelei
"Lora"
Hartley
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Where you at?: School bathroom
Whatchu doin'?: Talking to Roxy
Whatchu wearin'?: Click me!
"What, seriously?" Lora asked when told that the girl had thrown a knife at the detector, "That's ******** awesome!" She laughed as she fished her lighter out of her pocket and lit the cigarette, taking a drag before amusing herself by blowing smoke rings into the air. That felt so much better....
She reached over and shook the girl's hand when she introduced herself, doing the same as she said, "I'm Lorelei, but please, call me Lora." She hated her name, because she'd been named after her grandmother and her parents expected her to act just like the old woman - a shy, demure, highly religious woman - had acted when she'd still been alive. "Sad to say this is my first year here," she went on, "And the way things are looking it's not gonna be my last." In her opinion, junior year sucked, because senior year and therefore freedom was still an entire year away. She took another drag on the cigarette and tapped the ash off onto the floor before offering the cancer stick to Rozy asking, "You want a drag?"