<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Dark stood in front of the gym door, rocking back and forth as she waited for Kori. Her heart was pounding at the thought of getting to talk to the popular girl again. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“Get a hold of yourself! You’re just going to talk to her bout your story.... that’s it. Hell, she probably won't even let you...”</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">she began to mumble to herself when Korina’s voice caught her by surprise. She jumped about a foot in the air and it took her a moment to calm down and understand what the redhead had said.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“N-no, I-I brought my lunch today... p-peanut butter and jelly sandwichs.”.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">She said as she followed Kori inside the gym.</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb">Dark’s eyes widen at seeing the inside of the empty room again, the peace and quiet of this normally noisy place went a long way to easing the goths worked up nerves. After a few minutes, Dark drew in a deep breath then looked over to Kori, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“thank you, Miss. Korina.”</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">She said with a smile. Then she walked over to the bleachers as she took her backpack off and sat it next to them. She rummaged through it for a bit before pulling out her black folder, sighing softly she turned back to Kori and asked,</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">“you wanted to talk to me bout my story?”</span></span></span></span></span>