<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><br/>She sighed gently at her friend's words, her own head nodded, tossing strands of slightly curled jet black hair into her face. She dared not take a hand off of the wheel to brush it aside, and she chose not to release the hand that she held so tightly in the other. The hair would simply have to remain as it was.<br/><br/><strong>"I know, it's like a bad dream, it still -feels- like we'll just wake up and shake it off -as- a bad dream."</strong><br/><br/>Her dark eyes remain focused on the road, even as the car continues in the convoy of vehicles.<strong>"I just felt like I was... in a world I didn't know. I suppose I still am. I only have you to hang onto."</strong>With that she laughs softly, turning to glance towards her friend for a moment.<strong>"Well it could be worse, at least you are still the prettiest girl I know, and I don't feel bad about clinging to you."</strong>