((Katy Warren continued from You hit like a girl )) If there was any subject Katy truly hated, it was English.  Composition especially.  She was an ok writer, she guessed.  She wrote the requisite papers, got at least a B most of the time.  But English just didn't make sense, as a language.  It wasn...

Paulo looked up at the clock.  There were about seven minutes left.  He'd been holding onto his "I'm feeling like merda " excuse for awhile.  It had been his great fortune that Collins hadn't called on him all class, and the other kids had minced words for a pretty good chunk of time.   Bu...

You couldn't bullshit a bullshitter, and Paulo was smelling Harry's clearly.  However, he was all too happy to get the chance to fake input and act like he knew what he was talking about, if only to get Collins off his galo for a chunk of class.  He was about to fake a flu and "go the nurse's o...

Collins came in, energetic like Angora Karen or whatever the book was called had just given him a blowjob, and Paulo shook his head, low so he was hidden by Rachael.  This was going to be a long hour. That hustler kid Harry walked in and sat down.  With some satisfaction Paulo noted he was hiding de...

Damn, really? The way the Owen kid had interjected and described it, that Anita..Kearning ? book sounded pretty damn interesting.  Maybe he should have read it. But then quiet girl spoke up, saying stuff about Faith and existentialism and other shit like that.  He got the feeling the nervous, quiet...

((Paulo Abbate: Begin)) Mr. Collins had told the class to read some book about a Russian chick over break.  Paulo Abbate wasn't hearing that bullshit.  Break was for chilling at the casa , not doing shit.  Maybe get a few presents (his mamae had got him this sweet Affliction T-Shirt for Christmas) a...

Leona pictured herself in full Sparrow regalia, with the braids, the eyeliner the...facial hair.  She had to say, she didn't quite mind it (save the hair).  And she loved his waistcoat. Yeah, she could do that. "I'll hold you to that, Becca." Leona's stomach grumbled, as if on cue.  She ab...

Leona shook her head. "No, no, no, I'm not gonna set you on fire." She took hold of Rebecca's hand, reassuringly. "I mean, I'm not gonna douse you in gasoline and just strike a match on your face." She swung Rebecca's hand, looking down at her arm. "You'll be in a box with a...

Leona had a flare for the dramatic.  It came with the territory, and it was part of what made The Great Leo who she was.  So when Rebecca asked just what it was that could make the trick "interesting", it shouldn't have come as a surprise when she produced a match (easily smuggled in the f...

Leona replaced the cards in the pockets of her overcoat.  She walked over to Rebecca, draped her arm around her friend with a knowing smile touching the corners of her face.  She drew her friend in.  Her eyes were still staring out into the seats, almost glazed at the possibilities of whatever it wa...

Like...well, like magic, the deck of cards appeared in Leona's hand with a turn and a flourish.  She fanned the cards out in her hand, faces out.  The Queen of Hearts was on the bottom of the deck.  She was staring out into her imaginary crowd.  If it wasn't for the fact she was talking to Rebecca, ...

Leona gave a noncommittal shrug to Rebecca's rationalizing.  She stood up, the deck of cards disappearing back into her pocket smoothly.  She walked over to her friend, bent over, and picked up her coin from where it lay after impact. "We can only hope that the audience will think so."  Sh...

The doors swung open with a bang, drawing Leona's eye.  The slender form of Rebecca slide into view.  She looked frantic and tense, maybe because she knew she had kept Leona waiting. Leona set the deck of cards on the armrest of the seat next to her, and withdrew the quarter again.  She watched idly...

((Leona Van Kamp:  Start)) She walked the quarter across the back of her knuckles, eyes narrowed as she focused on its brief exodus from index to middle, middle to ring, ring to pinky and back again.  She let it roll for two more cycles before sliding it to her palm with a flourish, hiding it from a...

Leona put the scarf back and rubbed her chin.  She was staring wistfully at the rack of hats again.  The mention of Starbucks shook her out of her reverie, however.  If there was one thing she liked as much as illusion, it was cafe. "That would be absolutely lovely, my friend."  She stuck ...