Let's make a promise. Quinn&Brooke.
With hands clasped at the mid drift and head tilted to one side, Q u i n n looked like a perfect embodiment of innocence. Though of course, she couldn’t be truly innocent to find herself in this position in the first place, but she w a s on the road to redemption— a road that t h i s girl must have missed the sign posts for; unless perhaps she had simply made a quick stop to pick up the tobacco and zippo lighter. —- No. Everything about this girl told Quinn that she couldn’t care less about redemption. “My name is Quinn, and I’m afraid that I have been assigned as your partner for this semester’s project —- Though you would have already known that if you’d bothered to show for class.”
Redemption lies in the hearts of us all. What was that? A m o t t o carelessly selected from the first page of a generic search engine. If Redemption was a train then Brooke had rolled up at the station as the train was departing the platform and choked on its fallout. For Brooke this wasn’t a place of redemption this was a place of punishment, an unavoidable sentence.
Quinn? What kind of name was that?
“So—I missed a class or two that’s what—two detentions give or take —most likely give considering I missed sharing the joy of this semester’s project with my new great partner Quinn”
She rolled her eyes skyward putting the cigarette between her lips and lightning it, inhaling a lengthy drag before blowing the smoke in Quinns direction, watching the vapour engulf the petite blonde, clinging to her like sin.
“What’s the project?”
