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Post by Brooke Shields on Oct 6, 2008 17:11:53 GMT -6
Brooke stepped out of the black Mercedes, carrying her black suitcases. "Bye Honey," her mom called after her as she slammed the door shut. "Fuck off Mom," Brooke muttered. She flicked her long blonde hair back, and picked up her suitcases again. Two bell boys came running toward her, grabbing her suitcases. "At least this place has good service," she remarked loudly, not caring who heard her.
Walking forward, she began to survey her surroundings. Not many people were in the court yard, probably off having fun. Brooke sighed. Less people to meet. A large fountain was in the center of the courtyard, and it looked nice and cool. Sure, the place was beautiful. Well, it should be, she thought. My parents are paying big for me to go here.
She began to wonder about room mates. Probably I'll get some prissy bitch. I'll teach her a lesson or two.
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