Anna was lying back on the sofa, flipping through channels when her phone rang. “Hello?” she said into the phone. “Hi Anna!” The high, excited voice of her friend Tyler. “What's up?”
Casey Martin sat alone at her desk, it was standardized test time and she had spent all night preparing for the junior level of the PDAT. She was 16 and had a foul temper. It went well with her long black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. She had little to no curve so she was always laughed By Traci Morgan and her posse of followers.
