<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Earlier in the School year<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><br/>Her sides still -hurt- even a she was ushered into the hastily cleared out closet. Not so much from the girls sitting on her but morso from laughing so hard that tears had begun to stream down her dark brown cheeks. Her ticklish nature had come out with half a dozen wiggling bodies trying to hold her own down after being 'tackled' by a large group of them. She did not -really- fight back, it was all fun and games, and she wanted to be part of the younger girl's bonding experience. Some part of her wanted them all to remember her at least.<br/><br/>The closet was cramped, but the fact that her best friend was jammed into the closet with her made that so much easier to take. Reaching up she rubs at the sides of her face.<strong>"Goddess..."</strong>She begins, though flinching slightly knowing that her own slightly... out of the norm religious views could sometimes get her in trouble.<strong>"I laughed so hard my face hurts..." </strong>She continues.<br/><br/>Pausing she considers Elizabeth's question before speaking loudly enough to be heard outside the door.<strong>"I don't know, what sort of penance -do- we have to pay to get out of here?"</strong>She asks of their would be jailers.