<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> </span><br/>(http://i329.photobucket.com/albums/l400/Deathabilly_Jack_Manson/Ariel%20Rebel/ArielRebel.jpg)<br/><br/>It has been several days since she and the others had met up about making a porno and Aurora had been busy since then. Sure she had found time to get tested for STDs but other then that it was school and practice with the band. She did however find time at night to dye a few segments of her hair purple and blue, which clashed against her black hair nicely.<br/><br/>She didn't have time to change after practice so she was wearing a pair of torn blue jeans and a black tank top. The straps of her black bra always seemed to slide down her arms, probably because it was too big on her. She had grabbed the wrong one from one of her room mates. As she made her way to Leon's house she lit up a cigarette, inhaling slowly. It was the evening time and she was starving.<br/><br/>She sighed, thinking about the situation she was in. School had been rough, mostly because of her flippant attitude and lack of interest in it. Still, she needed to finish college if she wanted to make something of herself if the band thing didn't work out. She adjusted the strap of her messenger bag that sat uncomfortably between her small breasts and gazed down as she walked. Her pink Converse shoes were untied so she bent down to tie them, the 'whale tail' of her thong riding up which elicited a low whistle from some frat boys that walked behind her.<br/><br/>She stood up and gave them the middle finger, hurrying off as she finally made it to Leon's place. She knocked a few times, before finally hearing "Come in." from the stoner. She opened the door and looked around as she slid inside and closed it behind her. "'Yo Leon. I'm here. You still got that...What the fuck!?" She exclaimed, seeing him on the table, smoking away. "Asshole, is that the shit you were suppose to sell me?" She frowned, smelling the sweet intoxicating aroma of the weed that burned in the bong.<br/><br/>She stood there, looking down at him with a scowl on her face. Her eyes were then pulled away to the TV that aired Pulp Fiction. It was one of her favorite movies. Leon's place was a bit dark and didn't have much to offer but she figured he was probably just as broke as she was.