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xxxxx▲▼▲ Y E A H, she's S e a t t l e and S o n o m a, runs on c o f f e e and RED WINE
She's εąšў like Sunday ☀ morning ☀ and w i l d like Saturday ☽ night ☾
She's T w e n t y- f o u r { 24 } -carat goodness, an ANGEL's ąℓℓ I see ╭♥
She dresses up for e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, but she only dress down for me
And I ℓøvε ღ every little, every little, every little thing about her ℓøvε ღ
Just a little, just a little, just a little ain't enough.
Gotta get a, gotta get a, get a little more of all she does
MY BABY, she's A l a b a m a, my XxXDixielandXxX delight
She's everybody's D R E A M girl ♀, but she's ąℓℓ m i n e
⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ↫ мїšš βøηiťą Áυsťiη Яєηshąω ↬ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢
She's εąšў like Sunday ☀ morning ☀ and w i l d like Saturday ☽ night ☾
She's T w e n t y- f o u r { 24 } -carat goodness, an ANGEL's ąℓℓ I see ╭♥
She dresses up for e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, but she only dress down for me
And I ℓøvε ღ every little, every little, every little thing about her ℓøvε ღ
Just a little, just a little, just a little ain't enough.
Gotta get a, gotta get a, get a little more of all she does
MY BABY, she's A l a b a m a, my XxXDixielandXxX delight
She's everybody's D R E A M girl ♀, but she's ąℓℓ m i n e
⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ⇠ ↫ мїšš βøηiťą Áυsťiη Яєηshąω ↬ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⇢
The platinum blonde rolled over in bed as an alarm screamed in the background. She just ignored it. Her mother would be in... 3...2...1. Just on schedule a white hair woman walked into Bonita's room unannounced. Her door did not have a lock on it. None of the interior doors did. Only the doors that lead outside the house because her parents did not believe there should be any secrets between family members and locks created secrets. "Bonita, sweetie. It is time to get up. We do not want you late for school and your father late for work." Her mother pleaded as she touched her already awake daughter on the back before turning the alarm off. Her mother was a stay at home mom and has been since Bonita was born. Her mother left her job in a corporate office as soon as they found out that they were really going to have a baby this time. Bonita's mother devoted her life to her daughter. Not only taking care of her, but taking her anywhere that she wished to go. Including the countless practices for the hundreds of things that Bonita did in her life, and even stayed the whole time to watch her precious baby grow and perform. Her father was a defense attorney or something like that for a private practice so he could afford to have them both stay home and still spoil them rotten. Mostly Bonita. "Yes, mama" She mumbled as her baby blue eyes watched her mother smile before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. It was like her mother waited until she could come bother her again. Like a dog waiting patiently outside her door. Do not get Bonita wrong, she complained about her parents but she loved every bit of it and played them like fiddles most the time. It was not Bonita's fault that her parents were helicopter parents and did anything to please her, but Bonita did not make it any better by wrapping them around her finger.
Bonita Austin Renshaw was dropped off at the front of the school after kissing her father on the cheek and getting out of the car. Finally back to her true kingdom. The school grounds. A group of girls were hanging out front as they gossiped and broke up to follow Bonita into the school. They chit chatted about any updates in the school. A lot of talk about a wave of twelve new male students. Twelve? All boys? Quite Odd, but just twelve more boys to drool over her. Yet Bonita did not interact with them. She just watched all the events play out. Many of them moved towards girls from the same pack of loser girls. All nerds and know-it-alls. Like Gabriella Ashbury and Cassidy Vale. Why? Probably because they were weak and easy targets. Many new guys went for weak, uglier girls because they melted to even the slightly amount attention. Not girls like Bonita who would slap them for just touching her. She had more of a bite than those other girls and that scared those boys, while only true men have the balls to try to get involved with someone as mean as Bonita Renshaw. That was okay with her. Talking to her or not, she still felt their eyes following her as she walked by. She already knew that they wanted to, but never had the guts to go through with it because of the fear of being rejected. Which is what they would get. Why waste her time with the new kids? They were nothing to bat an eye at. Not like they were royalty or something.
The classes here felt long and a waste of time, yet she still remained in them and went to each of them. Popular, yes but she still had to keep her straight A's. For Cheerleading. For her pageants. For her parents. Bonita was a cold and mean girl to the world, but she was actually very bright. Her mother used to home-school her until she turned fourteen and they felt it was time for to go to school to work on her social skills. Not that she was anti-social. They just felt it was important for Bonita to be around others besides her loving parents and continue her growing around other children. That does not stop her parents from being very involved with the school. Her father donates a lot of money to help the school board with their new ideas. Her mother helps with any school event, right down to running the booster club for the cheer leading squad and many other parent run boards at the school. All that tie back to her daughter, Bonita. Since she had time before the morning bell that guided a pushing force that caused time to keep moving forward, she went to the gym. The school was buzzing with drama involving these new boys and it was starting to get on Bonita's nerves. What was the big deal? Sure some of them were soft on the eyes and kinda cute, but that did not give them any rights to fame? Even temporary fame for the day. Bonita went to the gym to get away. The gym was empty before school so it was kinda her get away. She used it to practice her craft, either it be cheer, dance, or whatever else that Bonita is using to clear her head this time. Dance was her action of choice this time. And with no one else around, she could dance to whatever music she wanted to and do what she felt like doing without the judgement and eyes of someone else.
Music blasted off of a cell phone and echoed through the the empty gym. A platinum blonde moved around the gym floor as she let the music take over her body and guild her through the dance movements. The gym was empty besides Miss Bonita Austin Renshaw. She liked to slip away from class to clear her head by doing what she loved. It was not her choice to give up dance, but it was not giving her the recognition that this queen bee deserved. As she grew older, all of her hobbies required more and more attention out of her. Dance. Cheer. Gymnastics. Skating. Pageants. Not that Bonita felt she could not handle it all, because she could. The problem was that they wanted her to pick up the slack of those who couldn't. She was not some one else's monkey. She did not dance because someone told her too. She did it because she was good at it. Bonita could not help that she was natural born talent all star. How is it her fault that she was born perfect? God blessed her parents with Bonita, and he blessed with world with her beauty and talents. How could she deny the world that blessing? The song came to an end and Bonita finished out her motions to come to a slow stop. "You are absolutely stunning, Bonnie." A male's voice spoke out from the background as the gym got quiet. The Blonde jumped a little from not knowing she was being watched before turning her head to look at the male behind her and smiling. "Try to keep your jaw intact, Elliot." She teased as she walked over to the bleachers to pause her music, before turning her attention back to the jock who was stalking her performance. "I did this time, but no promises for next time" He joked back as he walked over to the female, to wrap his arms around her and pull her into a kiss. It was a heated kiss. They were not dating but they did have something on the side together. Elliot dumped his girlfriend just to have a fling with Bonita but she did not like commitments. That meant that she had to be accountable for her actions and could not do whatever she felt like doing. Meaning she had to commit to one person. She didn't like being held down.
The female pulled away when his hand slide down her back to pass her butt, then back up to slide under her skirt and pushed him. Yet, she smiled. She loved the lust of men. "Not at school, you pervert" The male rolled his eyes and begged her for just a quickie. Bonita laughed, loudly. "Keep dreaming, Elliot. I am not your sex toy for whenever you want me. I already told you. You come to my word, not the other way around." She answered as she walked away to scoop up her phone and throw her bag over her shoulder. "Maybe if I can convince my mother to go out tonight, maybe you can come over." The female winked before leaving the gym, with a grin from ear to ear. That male was putty in her hands. All the men in this school were. And Bonita ate up every little bit of attention like she was a starving child asking for more food. Speaking of food, probably should at least make an appearance at breakfast for her 'fans' to see her face before first period. Bonita plugged her ear buds into her phone and her ears and let the rock cover band, first to eleven drown the world out. Her parents were country folk that only really listen to so, which she did listen to country music but it was not the music that made her heart race, it was just the blood that flowed through it. She wanted to sing for a cover band, but that would be a sign of rebellion and her helicopter mother would have a stroke if her princess was to pursue this type of music. Elegant and class. That was what Bonita was to her parents. Perfection in everyone's eyes. All which Bonita did not have to try to live up to be. She could do no wrong. Others were just too jealous to not agree with her point of view. The blonde slide on her sunglasses as she headed towards the cafeteria, only to push them on top of her head to hold her hair back. She swayed in her walk as she mouthed to lyric to the song playing in her ears.
Bonita Austin Renshaw was dropped off at the front of the school after kissing her father on the cheek and getting out of the car. Finally back to her true kingdom. The school grounds. A group of girls were hanging out front as they gossiped and broke up to follow Bonita into the school. They chit chatted about any updates in the school. A lot of talk about a wave of twelve new male students. Twelve? All boys? Quite Odd, but just twelve more boys to drool over her. Yet Bonita did not interact with them. She just watched all the events play out. Many of them moved towards girls from the same pack of loser girls. All nerds and know-it-alls. Like Gabriella Ashbury and Cassidy Vale. Why? Probably because they were weak and easy targets. Many new guys went for weak, uglier girls because they melted to even the slightly amount attention. Not girls like Bonita who would slap them for just touching her. She had more of a bite than those other girls and that scared those boys, while only true men have the balls to try to get involved with someone as mean as Bonita Renshaw. That was okay with her. Talking to her or not, she still felt their eyes following her as she walked by. She already knew that they wanted to, but never had the guts to go through with it because of the fear of being rejected. Which is what they would get. Why waste her time with the new kids? They were nothing to bat an eye at. Not like they were royalty or something.
The classes here felt long and a waste of time, yet she still remained in them and went to each of them. Popular, yes but she still had to keep her straight A's. For Cheerleading. For her pageants. For her parents. Bonita was a cold and mean girl to the world, but she was actually very bright. Her mother used to home-school her until she turned fourteen and they felt it was time for to go to school to work on her social skills. Not that she was anti-social. They just felt it was important for Bonita to be around others besides her loving parents and continue her growing around other children. That does not stop her parents from being very involved with the school. Her father donates a lot of money to help the school board with their new ideas. Her mother helps with any school event, right down to running the booster club for the cheer leading squad and many other parent run boards at the school. All that tie back to her daughter, Bonita. Since she had time before the morning bell that guided a pushing force that caused time to keep moving forward, she went to the gym. The school was buzzing with drama involving these new boys and it was starting to get on Bonita's nerves. What was the big deal? Sure some of them were soft on the eyes and kinda cute, but that did not give them any rights to fame? Even temporary fame for the day. Bonita went to the gym to get away. The gym was empty before school so it was kinda her get away. She used it to practice her craft, either it be cheer, dance, or whatever else that Bonita is using to clear her head this time. Dance was her action of choice this time. And with no one else around, she could dance to whatever music she wanted to and do what she felt like doing without the judgement and eyes of someone else.
Music blasted off of a cell phone and echoed through the the empty gym. A platinum blonde moved around the gym floor as she let the music take over her body and guild her through the dance movements. The gym was empty besides Miss Bonita Austin Renshaw. She liked to slip away from class to clear her head by doing what she loved. It was not her choice to give up dance, but it was not giving her the recognition that this queen bee deserved. As she grew older, all of her hobbies required more and more attention out of her. Dance. Cheer. Gymnastics. Skating. Pageants. Not that Bonita felt she could not handle it all, because she could. The problem was that they wanted her to pick up the slack of those who couldn't. She was not some one else's monkey. She did not dance because someone told her too. She did it because she was good at it. Bonita could not help that she was natural born talent all star. How is it her fault that she was born perfect? God blessed her parents with Bonita, and he blessed with world with her beauty and talents. How could she deny the world that blessing? The song came to an end and Bonita finished out her motions to come to a slow stop. "You are absolutely stunning, Bonnie." A male's voice spoke out from the background as the gym got quiet. The Blonde jumped a little from not knowing she was being watched before turning her head to look at the male behind her and smiling. "Try to keep your jaw intact, Elliot." She teased as she walked over to the bleachers to pause her music, before turning her attention back to the jock who was stalking her performance. "I did this time, but no promises for next time" He joked back as he walked over to the female, to wrap his arms around her and pull her into a kiss. It was a heated kiss. They were not dating but they did have something on the side together. Elliot dumped his girlfriend just to have a fling with Bonita but she did not like commitments. That meant that she had to be accountable for her actions and could not do whatever she felt like doing. Meaning she had to commit to one person. She didn't like being held down.
The female pulled away when his hand slide down her back to pass her butt, then back up to slide under her skirt and pushed him. Yet, she smiled. She loved the lust of men. "Not at school, you pervert" The male rolled his eyes and begged her for just a quickie. Bonita laughed, loudly. "Keep dreaming, Elliot. I am not your sex toy for whenever you want me. I already told you. You come to my word, not the other way around." She answered as she walked away to scoop up her phone and throw her bag over her shoulder. "Maybe if I can convince my mother to go out tonight, maybe you can come over." The female winked before leaving the gym, with a grin from ear to ear. That male was putty in her hands. All the men in this school were. And Bonita ate up every little bit of attention like she was a starving child asking for more food. Speaking of food, probably should at least make an appearance at breakfast for her 'fans' to see her face before first period. Bonita plugged her ear buds into her phone and her ears and let the rock cover band, first to eleven drown the world out. Her parents were country folk that only really listen to so, which she did listen to country music but it was not the music that made her heart race, it was just the blood that flowed through it. She wanted to sing for a cover band, but that would be a sign of rebellion and her helicopter mother would have a stroke if her princess was to pursue this type of music. Elegant and class. That was what Bonita was to her parents. Perfection in everyone's eyes. All which Bonita did not have to try to live up to be. She could do no wrong. Others were just too jealous to not agree with her point of view. The blonde slide on her sunglasses as she headed towards the cafeteria, only to push them on top of her head to hold her hair back. She swayed in her walk as she mouthed to lyric to the song playing in her ears.
ιƒ σηℓу ι кηєω: тнє Nєxt Quєєn øƒ Žepђyritє
ι ƒєєℓ ѕσ ∂郃єяєяєηт: Bored. Amuse. Just another day at school.
ωнєяє αм ι: Cafeteria
тнє ρєσρℓє ι кησω: No one worth mentioning.
ι ƒєєℓ ѕσ ∂郃єяєяєηт: Bored. Amuse. Just another day at school.
ωнєяє αм ι: Cafeteria
тнє ρєσρℓє ι кησω: No one worth mentioning.
I will get your prize out to you asap!! 
