Яaven Ϣallace
xoxoYou can't stop this, feeling!
xoxoxoxoxoxoYou can't run away, Baby I'm what's on your mind
xoxoYou can't stop this, feeling!
♪There's no escape.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo❤No sleep tonight.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo♪You won't get,
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo❤No sleep tonight!
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Raven's parents drove up to PCA. Her new home. Raven got out of the truck and went to the back and picked up her bags. "We'll miss you Raven." Her adoptive mother told her. "I'm miss you too mum. You as well pa." Raven said in her British accent. She gave them a hug and waved as they drove off. Raven picked up her bags and keyboard and started walking. She had already been sent her schedual and her room number, with key, in the mail. She had room 102.
She hoped to fit in. She was knew and all. She just hoped she wans't in the wrong crowd. She didn't want to be stuck with party goers or nerds. She was a rocker and skater. Raven kept her hood up over her red hair. She was born blonde but she has been dieing her hair red ever sicne she was thirteen. She was no where near a blonde. She feels like it was an accident of birth. She's not a partier or slut, or dumb. Only thing girlie about her is ballet but it is her passion. However, if someone found out about it she would die.
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