<strong>NAME:</strong>Zoe Porter<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Tank top + skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e7/1e/ff/e71effc31d22b719a492b844a999430c.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Doesn't mean anything to Zoe, right now.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery’s - Backyard.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Zoe's a bitch to Phillip, but then she sees Leanne. And pizza. God, a pizza...  ::)<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Phillip, first. And then Leanne, Roxy, Marco, Isis, Benny... whoever.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22600000/Krysten-R-3-krysten-ritter-22624733-500-333.png)</div><br/><em>And now Jonas is leaving, too. Great. Oh, Jonas, thanks a lot. Really. Thanks for leaving me here with…</em><br/><br/>...Phil, who had just started talking to her. She listened, but she barely paid attention to his words: her mind was clearly wandering somewhere else, probably trying to break free from her body and follow Jonas through the crowd. Physical, boring Zoe, however, was still stuck there. She even sporadically nodded at Phil as she searched her backpack for her pack of cigarettes. She eventually found it, and a little later another cigarette was being held hostage by her lips.<br/><br/>“Are you done?” Zoe blinked and stared at Phillip for a bunch of seconds with her bright, vacuous eyes. She blew away a small cloud of smoke, the first one, before adding: “Good.” Then she grabbed her backpack, stood up from that half-smashed picnic table, and walked away – heading nowhere. Clearly enough, she wanted none of Phillip. Not that night, at least.<br/><br/><em>I should try and find Jonas</em>, she thought.<br/><br/>She looked around, sounding out the dozens of hairstyles and colors gathered in Old Margaery’s backyard and searching for the boy’s all too familiar green hair – in vain. “The hell with him”, she mumbled, flicking the ash off her cigarette before bringing it back to her lips.<em>Isn’t that Leanne?</em>, she wondered – recognizing Naomi’s best friend amidst a small crowd of familiar faces.<br/><br/>Her cigarette dangling from her lips, little Zoe moved closer to them. Her eyes tried to bring into focus the other people standing by Leanne: Benny was there, too, and oh – isn’t that Marco over there? And the other one was… Roxy, yeah. Apparently some of the cool kids in the school decided to come over, she thought. And, well... Benny, too. Cool, really cool.<br/><br/>She pulled out the best smile she could as she got within the group’s eyeline. “Hey, guys!” She commenced, even though she mainly addressed Leanne –  “So, was it<em>that</em>bad? Hank’s party, I me-…?” She stopped. “Wait, is that pizza?” She asked, and almost immediately added: “Can I have some? Please? I smoked too much, I’m smashed...” Her eyes jumped from Leanne to Roxy, then moved onto Marco and eventually hovered around Benny. Oh, and little Isis was there, too. “Hi, sweety!”<br/><br/>Zoe waved her right hand at the girl with a smirk.<em>Now, here’s something new</em>, she thought.<em>Wonder why she’s here...</em><br/>