Josie was glaring ice shards at Harold. Her lips were pursed tightly and her eyebrows were furrowed so low that they almost appeared like they were frozen in place. After Harold finished talking, she spoke. Of course, Josie didn't really understand most of what Harold was saying. It was just too man...

"He didn't seem very happy, did he?" Josie muttered about Asher, sweeping her pony tail off her shoulder. "Oh well, now we don't have to worry about bothering anyone, right?" She seemed to be ignoring the fact that there were other boys in the cafetorium, who were visibly annoyed...

Josie casually glanced back over to Sierra. "Oooh. Cedric ," she said aloud. "I guess Cedric makes more sense..Never heard of that kid before," Josie thought to herself. Then again, as of late, she rarely paid much mind to any of her classmates. She was too consumed with all her ...

Josie's eyes lit up as Sierra handed her to the tube of mascara. "You rock, Sierra! Where did you get this dank mascara...? I kinda like it." Josie then proceeded to dig through her large black purse with a skeleton embroidered on it. She found a mirror and began applying mascara to her la...

Josie finally felt free. It was that time of the day that she wasn't restrained by silly rules of the classrooms. It was after school and Josie could finally sit and relax a little. This particular day had been quite a lazy day for Josie. She woke up slightly late so her make-up was messily applied,...