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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 678191" data-attributes="member: 9167">Lana walked into the bathroom before first period.  The whole bathroom to herself, how rare was that occassion?  Setting her stuff on the sink, she leaned forward to stare at her reflection for a long moment.Never win first place, I don't support the teamReaching into her backpack, she pulled out a slim tube.  I can't take direction, and my socks are never cleanThe button on top released a stream of vibrant red color that coated one length of the midnight black locks, turning it crimson.Teachers dated meAnother lock of bloody crimson to frame her delicate exotic features, the mark of her mother's heritage on her face. Another red streak.my parents hated meShe clicked the hairpaint off, giving it a little shake before replacing it in her book bag.  Walking over to the handdryer, she stuck her head beneath it, letting the warm stream of air dry her wet locks.I was always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin' right.When that was done, Lana headed back over to the mirror to look at her handiwork.  Blood red highlights framed her face, bringing out the glow of her fair clear skin and a tint to her naturally dark pink lips.Everyday I fight a war against the mirrorI can't take the person starin' back at meShe pressed her lips together, bringing more color to them.I'm a hazard to myselfHer fingers squeezed her cheeks, turning them a darker shade of pink.Don't let me get meI'm my own worst enemyPulling off her sweater, she wrapped it around her waist, letting the simple black sleeveless turtleneck hug her fifteen year old curves that looked so much like her sister's.  Just above the low rise of her jeans, the gleam of a silver belly-button stud glittered on her taut abdomen.  Its bad when you annoy yourselfOn her left shoulder blade, on her back, a simple tatoo she had secretly gotten with a few of her boarder friends stood out against the pale skin.  A small bird wreathed in flames and rising into the sky...a phoenix.So irritatingLana slipped her black motorcycle jacket over everything, pulling out her now ruby-black hair and shaking it so it gleamed in the flourscent light.Don't wanna be my friend no moreOne last look in the mirror, Lana smiled at herself and then winked.I wanna be somebody else</blockquote>

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