Boring Bio [open]

[Juilanna Bull]

I am here and your their

The first bell rang through the school hallway. Jay walked slowly to class it was to early in the morning for her to be awake a nice winter break although it was cold. She went to Florida with her family and met some new people but that was it. She went into her class room taking out her Bio book. She was interested but she wasn't her mind twisted around her last break up and all her family problems that she thought she ran away from. She sighed loudly. Only two people stared her down. She gave a slight smile to make them look like ediots but that was her job.

The teacher began to lecture; so much traveled in her head so many things to remember for her test next week. She groaned at the thought of it. She then focused back on the teacher " open your books to 375". She stared out side flipping through her book looking for the pages. She looked up seeing the teacher stare at her. She looked to her book and began to read the makeup of a living organism at the bottom of the ocean on the floor.

Jay lifted her head and looked out side. It was bright with color. The snow melting finally she though to her self. She was disturbed by a vibrating sound in her pants pocket. The teacher looked up from his lecture. " Julianna do you need to bring me something please". Jay sighed. She stood up taking out her phone and turning it off and setting it on the desk. " Damn teacher". She said under her voice. " Excuse me Julianna bull do you have something to say to me ". Her teacher asked loudly . Jay turned around and put on a smile. "No sir just my opinion about my troubles". jay put on a fake smile. And then went back to her seat.

[Dale McCall]

The Wednesday morning light scattered in through the broken blinds in Biology class. As the day bore on, Dale sighed at the perpetual blue sky, wishing that he was anywhere else but here.

A book, full of more scribbles and drawings than actual alphanumeric characters lay open in front of him; his teeth chewing absently on the tip of a pencil as he tried to concentrate on the paragraph’s.

Today’s lesson was about living organism’s that dwelled on the ocean’s floor; that much he had picked up on, but he really couldn’t concentrate on the lecture at all. As per usual, his mind was fluttering around the thin clouds that were slowly drifting across the blue sky outside, beyond the broken blind’s casting crooked shadow’s across the opposite wall, like bar’s you’d find in a jail cell.

The teacher (who’s name Dale had neglected to remember), was reciting the paragraph’s on the page, whilst drawing little diagram’s on the board in front of the room. Dale hated it when teachers rambled on, expecting you to know everything about the lesson, before you’ve even learnt anything about the topic.

So instead, Dale kept himself preoccupied by picking at a loose thread on his jacket sleeve. It was probably one of his favorites out of his vast collection of androgynous apparel. Dale had always liked to dress like a bit of a freak - like an arts student. Dale usually conformed to specific subcultures which he considered vogue, such as mod, goth, punk and new rave, adapting them to fit his androgynous dandyesque appearance. He’d always appreciated people like Mick Jagger and David Bowie; they were both very stylish, effeminate men, really.

Dale’s hair was an inky black, and he’d grown it around his face and shoulders. It was a basic back-comb structure, slightly root-boosted framing a cheeky fringe. He was a thin man, quite petite really, standing roughly at 5’6”, with powdery grey eyes. His face, in his opinion, was quite interesting. Though he knew that he was quite handsome, he thought he looked like a troll wearing a woman’s wig backwards. He loved his image, and what he could do with it.

Today, Dale was wearing his favorite black drain-pipe pants with white spots, as well as black boots - with a slight heel to give him the appearance of being a little taller than he was - a green tank top and a black leather jacket, unzipped.

He was still drifting around in his little dream-bubble when he the teacher’s voice snapped through the daydream, causing Dale’s head to lift sharply as he scolded a young woman that had been sitting beside him. Apparently her phone had rung in one of her pockets, though he hadn’t noticed, personally, and he watched, head remaining low, trying to disguise his eavesdropping as she begrudgingly, and with some effort, rose from her seat and marched towards the front of the class, handing the phone to the teacher before walking back to her seat and sitting down again.
“Wonder wha’ ‘is beef is,” Dale spoke with his London cockney lilt, making sure to keep his voice just above a whisper, so as not to draw attention from the teacher as he addressed the girl beside him. “‘E must have a pretty large pole up his rear or somfink.”

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna walked back to her seat. She looked up to see her peer talking to her. She remembered his name was Dale from the beginning of school when all the teachers made us learn every ones name. I looked over to him smiling at what he had said. Yes teachers where a pain in our asses. But that was there job. " Yeah same here ". She smiled looking over to Dale sitting down in her seat. She looked up quickly seeing that the professor was busy lecturing good thing . If that teacher would say another thing to her she would walk out of his room. She laughed at the thought under her breath.

Juilanna heard the teacher clear his throat. Knowing that he was trying to get her attention. She rolled her eyes looking to the front. She took out a piece of paper and began to write it stated. " Hey Dale is Juilanna if you couldn't tell . So what you think of this boring stuff". She wrote quickly folding the note perfectly and putting it on his desk. She smiled at him and then looked to the front.

[Dale McCall]

The hand on the clock idly crept past, it’s ticks reverberating off the walls and leaving acres of silence at the short second interludes. Dale had been listening to them for so long that the ticks were now just background noise, the foreground was his breathing, slow gasping on the off-beat.

He was glad for the distraction that his biology neighbor granted, seeing it as a good opportunity to unshackle himself from the boredom of having to sit and endure the boring lecture, and have a decent chat with someone, instead.

He still did not know many people here at Firefly Fields Academy; the only people he had really gotten familiar with where Koby, a sweet, and unique young brunette who loved wearing fluffy hats and had an admiration for artists, and a funny, and beautiful young woman called Giselle, whom he had met in the stall’s at midnight on Saturday.

Dale was very secure with his sexuality, but he’d always gotten along better with women. Sure, that must have sounded a little ‘unmanly’ but Dale had always preferred women’s company to men’s. Men were very narrow minded and conditioned to behave in a certain way - women were cooler about stuff. He didn’t like to generalize.

Amidst the sound of ticking clocks, and his own steady, rhythmic breathing, Dale heard the sound of paper being slid across the desk, towards his book. He glanced up to see the girl he had spoken to, offering him a smile before he shot a quick glance to the front of the room, at the teacher before he opened the neatly folded paper and read the handwriting.

Smiling a rather crooked grin, Dale picked up his own pen, having lost interest in chewing at it, before he began to scrawl his reply.

Hiya Juilanna. This is complete rubbish, if you ask me. What do you say, we scheme a break-out? Day’s too genius to spend in this jail cell.

Of course he knew that an actual break-out would be impossible, but it was a nice thought. Folding it back up, Dale chanced a fleeting glance up at the front of the room, waiting for the teacher to look away, before he slid the piece of paper back across the table, returning it to Juilanna. He gave her a cheeky smirk before he began tapping his pen on the open book in front of him, feigning an interest on whatever the teacher was saying.

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna looked to the clock thirty more minutes. She gritted her teeth could this go any slower. She moved uncomfortably in her chair. She looked out side again. Oh she wished that she was bareback on her horse at this moment. She had only meet at the academy Shade stone, he was quiet but he kept his secrets from you quite well. He was strong and handsome for a friend. She had also meet one she doesn't like to talk about Alex jefferson she could say he was a jerk for leaving out of the blue but knowing him he probably had a good explanation for his obseen absence.

Juilanna smiled as the note was passed back to her seeing the teacher walk down the hallway. She quickly slid it under her book writing random facts about the ocena floor, " juilanna is that a note I see. " She rolled her eyes. " Really sir do you really like to pick on me today. ". She said in a strong voice. Peers eyes stood her down she didn't care at this point. " They are facts about what we are studying sir so I can study for my test next week". He gruffled under his voice. " Is that a problem sir". She smiled a dirty smile and grew a deep grin.

The proffesor turned around back to the class, begining his lecture once more. Jay laughed loudly. The teacher didn't care she looked to Dale a smiled was increased on her face. She took the note back out and wrote.

"

Trust me yes I would like to devise a escape plan in the last thirty minutes of class. This is mostly prison i am sure it can't get much worse".

She folded the note sliding it across the table quickly. Handing it to dale. A smile still on her face. Oh how she loved to get away with things.

[Dale McCall]

Dale’s grey orb’s flicked to the side, watching through his curtain of bottle-black hair as the note was passed towards him once more. They had been lucky that the teacher had been gullible enough to take Juilanna’s word that the paper had indeed been a study sheet for a test held next week. A test he had known nothing about, come to think of it.

He slid the small piece of paper closer to his chest, watching the front of the room intently for any signs that the teacher had wised onto what two of his students were doing. After a few second’s, he unfolded it and read the scrawl inside. Snickering softly, Dale gave Juilanna a furtive glance, and a smirk, before he made a move to reply again, allowing the pen to flow freely against the paper.

Maybe if we slipped underneath the table, he wouldn’t notice we were gone? At least till peace came.

Dale folded the paper cautiously, but just as he did, he heard a voice bark from the front of the room. “Mr McCall,” Dale’s shoulder’s stiffened. He hated it when people addressed him by his surname, or full name for that matter - it always meant only one thing, that he was in BIG trouble.

“Hhm?” He looked at the teacher with big, grey, innocent eyes.

“That isn’t a note I see under your hand is it?” Dale looked down at his palm, lying flat against the desk, trying to conceal the paper. The whole room was quiet now; save the clock’s ticking that continued reverberating off the walls as all other time stopped. The foreground, now, was Dale’s beating heart, fastening it’s pace to beat a fraction faster against his rib-cage.

He knew that he was sprung, and that if he openly admitted that he’d been passing notes, then the whole class would know he just gave right into the teacher, flaunting his fantasized authority. But if he made this interesting, at least he’d leave a more favored first-impression. It wasn’t only his own reputation he’d be saving either; Juilanna was in this with him.

“It’s only a study shee’, sir.” He fibbed, in his cockney lilt, deciding to back up, and use Juilanna’s previous statement for assistance.

“Is that so? Well you wouldn’t mind reading out what you have so far, would you?”

“You’re a very cynical man, sir, and it’s insultin’ to both me, an’ her,” He nodded towards Juilanna. “we’re tryin’ our hardest.”

“What does it say?” The teacher asked, his arms crossed, the fingers on one hand tapping impatiently against his other arm.

“Perhaps you shouldn’ be in this position of power, if you can’ actually read, sir.” Dale spoke matter-of-factly.

“What did you actually write?” The teacher repeated his previous question. Again, Dale could feel every eye in the room pointed toward both he, and Juilanna.

Bottom lip clamped between his top and bottom teeth, Dale leant towards Juilanna and whispered, “wha' do we do?” as he tried fruitlessly to disguise his grin into something a little more collected.

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna was on the edge of the cliff at this moment . The problem was all of the snotty girls where in the class staring them down. Juilannas palms began to sweat. Thats it she was talking sassy. Monday morning wasn't the morning to get in her buisness. " Excuse me sur but honestly I am tired of this, your class is un beilevably boring ". She took the note and handed it to the teacher. " Here read it your self". She snarled at him.

Juilanna was known to pass out when she got her attitude in place. She looked to the teacher who had a disgusted look on his face. " Know since it is five minutes of class left im leaving"."Where do you think you are going I am calling your family". She smiled to the teacher and the rest of the class who awed in her bahavoir to the teacher. " Im sorry I had to do this Dale". Jay was upset her attitude took over and he would probably be in trouble as well. She was in enough family trouble as it was but this wouldn't make a differenc. She picked up her books and her purse and went out into the hallway. She heard the rest of the class laugh.

She was on her breaking point. She put her head between her knees; tears started to drip from her eyes, her soft blue eyes shown hurt that she held from every other soul she met. She looked up two minutes until the class was over. She got up and went out side sitting on the chair. She had grabbed her phone from the proffesors desk before she left she turned it on. No one had replied she sighed and took a deep breathe.

[Dale McCall]

If Dale had known that his little impulsive act would cause Juilanna any discomfort, he would have seriously rethought his actions in facing up to the teacher. Although he had little difficulty dealing with contesting situations, he had neglected to consider that Juilanna might not be as daring.

He could still feel that most of the eyes in the room were on both he, and Juilanna as she marched to the front of the class, handing the little piece of paper to the teacher, before collecting her things and storming out of the classroom. Dale sat up a little straighter in his chair as the more serious nature of what had just taken place kicked in. Several other student’s began to laugh as Juilanna left the room, and Dale couldn’t help his stomach drop slightly as he realized that he was partly responsible for her incertitude.

“Uhm, sir? I...” Dale’s word’s faltered on his lips as the door swung closed behind Juilanna. The teacher made a gruff guttural noise in his throat, that Dale only presumed declared his indifference, before his own chair scraped back as he collected his thing’s, and began to search out his Biology partner.

The hallway’s were empty as he left the room; hair shifting slightly around his forehead as he looked from left to right, trying to figure out where Juilanna might have gone. He didn’t have to look far, however as he walked by one of the exit’s of the corridors, locating her sitting in a slouched position, outside, on a plastic chair.

He approached her quite hesitantly, not wanting to spook her, or invoke some sort of denunciation upon himself. After all, he felt he had been somewhat responsible for this sensitive girls breakdown. He stood beside her now, albeit a little awkwardly, trying to decide what to say as he knelt down to her eye level. “A’right, Juil?” He spoke, not really knowing what else he could say to her at that point.

[Juilanna Bull]

Juils had hurt feelings but they passed quickly. She layed her head back in her knees. She heard the bells ring and she looked up seeing that Dale was walking over to her and her little break down. She straightened up quickly. " Hey..". She said coldly. She looked into his eyes. " I'm sorry that i got you in trouble back there.". She nodded to the classroom.

She put her feet on the ground taking in a deep breathe. Her face was a pink rosy red. She was not in the mood to finish school. She looked to the parking lot and then back to Dale. " I think i am going to make my escape now if you would like to come". She smiled hesitatingly. She wasn't the one to ditch school but right not was the ditching point for her. She laughed trying to think when she had skipped school.

She rustled through her purse. Grabbing her keys and gingeling them in his face. " I'm sure I'm in enough trouble already why not cause more. ". A deep dirty smile grew again. She stood up smoothing out her clothes.

[Dale McCall]

“Me? Trouble?” Dale shrugged his shoulders, in an unbothered way. “Aah, no worries there. ‘E was just being a berk.”

He hoped that she didn’t feel responsible for what happened back there, after all, he’d been an equally active participant in annoying the teacher. Noticing her tears though, he couldn’t help but feel more accountable.

It had been funny though, to tease the man like that. The thing that bugged him most about teachers was the imagined authority they had over you. As children, you were conditioned to believe that they had authority over you; you were gullible, naive fools. In reality the worst they could do is mention the word ‘parent of guardians’ and the believe you’ll do whatever it is they want. Not Dale.

As Juilanna stood up, and suggested they skip class, Dale’s lip’s pursed thoughtfully. Not only did he not ride in car’s with strangers - even if they were pretty one’s who he had just made cry - but he really didn’t feel like leaving the ground’s, especially since he had an art class in an hour or so, anyway. Then again, a half hour or so away from the jail-cell classroom’s wouldn’t kill him.

“How about we hang ‘round ‘ere?” He suggested, lightly, gently tucking some of his lengthy raven-colored hair behind his ear. “I go’ an art class la’er, an’ besides, we don’ want the big bad teacher callin’ our guardian’s do we?”

He smiled a crooked grin, hoping that she wouldn’t oppose to the idea. “If’n ya wan’, we could prolly take a walk?”

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna sighed. Parent guardians what ever with them they were nothing to her. She smiled as a walk was suggested although she had boring classes the rest of the day. " I will take a walk with you but then i am leaving , I really haven't had time to think about some things. ". She gave a weak smile. Putting her keys back into her purse that hung on her shoulder.

She took a once more deep breathe. Looking into the direction at where the schools brown brick road would lead them. She looked to Dale. " Alright come on". She started to walk putting her books in her large over sized purse. She began to walk. " So Dale where are you from, I have been trying to think of your accent and which country it matches with but I have only came up with Britain". She smiled like a little kid would; when candy was flashed in his face.

It was spring still and the weather was nice where they were. The bushes,trees,and animals were growing. She smiled at how the rabbits weren't scared of the students walking around them. There was a large pond to the left a little ways down she saw geese flock there . She rustled through her purse finding her brown lunch bad taking the mid sized bread out she tore it in half; giving some to Dale." Have you ever fed geese". She asked calmly . Walking up to one holding the bread out and having them sniff it and eat it quietly.

[Dale McCall]

Dale exhaled an almost inaudible sigh of relief as Juilanna agreed to take a walk instead of opting her original idea of taking a drive. Any other day, it would have been nice to take a drive, away from the school ground’s and just explore Fielding. He heard there was a pretty good shopping center down there - he couldn’t help but imagine the sort of clothes and accessories he could buy - as well as a sort of bar/club that the local’s called ‘Spur’s’, and Osmond Lake, where the local’s and student’s alike could spend their free time if they chose to.

On his drive to Firefly Academy (he had taken a taxi from the airport and headed straight to the school), Dale had stared wistfully out the window at all of the different places he’d be able to visit once his lessons finished for the day, or week.

What sort of ‘thing’s’ did Juilanna have to think about? Dale thought to himself as they began to walk. He had made a mental note to ask - and was about to - when she beat him to the inquest. He could not help but smile at her question. Majority of people he met could place his accent immediately, though there were a few exceptions that were unsure. There were many variations of the London accent. Most people cut them down to three variations: ‘cockney’ or ‘posh’ or ‘street’. Dale’s particular accent, was cockney. Culturally, it referred to working class Londoners, particularly those born in the East End.

[/b]“’M from Dalston, inner London,”[/b][/color] He spoke with an insouciant tone, hand’s slid into his pockets as he sauntered beside her. Though he technically lived in two places previously; both with his uncle outside of London, near the country side, from time to time, as well as with his mother in Dalston. He decided to go with the latter, though, to save a confusing explanation. He grinned in her direction, “So your righ’,”.

The weather was nice; not too cold but not too warm, either. It was a refreshing change from English weather, which was very unpredictable at times. Most Londoners made a habit of carrying both an umbrella and sunglasses about their person. So far the Kentucky weather had been nothing but pleasant, save for the chilly nights (which he spent curled up in a little ball inside of his duvet anyway).

Dale wasn’t sure why he chose to attend Firefly Fields Academy. He’d always had an affinity with animals, but he also had a passion for art. His uncle, whom he had lived with right up till a few months ago, had encouraged his nephew to avoid getting a proper job while he was so young (if you got to know Dale, he’d probably tell you why). Dale wanted to study art, as well as vocal music, but he wanted to learn more about horses as well. Dale had already travelled out of London; though travelling and seeing the world had never really been one of his main aspirations in life.

He knew very little of horses, most of his animal know-how came from the animals that weren’t always represented. He loved otters, shrews, and he thought that the northern root vole was pretty good too. Flying Foxes were a favorite of his. They just fly around and hang on trees.
You weren’t supposed to touch them though, because you could get a disease.

Dale liked English things. He thought English animals and forests were really cool. He liked English gardens. He liked the idea of the squirrel. He liked moths, because they’re so tatty. They’re just so English. Crap butterflies, basically. He liked crap animals. Mammals that are tiny and you never see them because they’re rubbish. If you saw a documentary about them on the telly you’d probably just turn it over. If it’s about frogs you think ‘aaah noooo’, but if it’s about hyenas you’d watch it.

So, he supposed he was broadening his animal know-how a little bit, by being here. As well as the usual boring math, chemistry, English classes etc, Dale decided to take Equestrian 101, hunt-seat/jumping, and team roping. His uncle had been pretty into watching dressage on the telly, but all that entailed was sitting on a horse, in a fancy suit, while your horse trotted around a square arena. Kinda like horse gymnastics, he supposed.

No-one in their right mind - and very few people in their wrong mind - would ever accuse Dale of being intelligent - though perhaps calling him stupid wasn’t entirely fair either, for it was true that he compensated for his lack of book-smarts with an uncanny intuitiveness that few possessed. But he had an appalling lack of handle on spelling, grammar, and the English language in general, and his skill with arithmetic was all but non-existent. He had left his school in London early with insufficient Math, English, Chemistry and Geography grades, though he had managed to acquire high marks in both Fine Art and Hair Design. His grasp on time and reality in general was tenuous at best, to the extent where he often had to be reminded of his own age.

So he didn’t know an awful lot, but the one thing he was absolutely, one-hundred-percent concrete-certain on was that he enjoyed it here. Despite the mess he’d left behind with his uncle, or the English thing’s that he loved - he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

As he walked beside Juilanna, Dale’s grey orb’s gazed around their surroundings. Everything was growing, lush and green; his boot’s made soft imprint’s behind him as he stepped through the grass, and his eyes caught sight of a large pond not too far away. As quickly as most of the students came from their previous classes, pushing and shoving their way through corridors or laughing and travelling in groups to their next classes, they were gone. Dale doubted that many, if any, of the other students noticed he or Juilanna walking away from the buildings.

The pond in question was of fairly decent size, with a small gaggle of geese, gathered by the water, letting out unintelligible ‘honk’s’, and burying their beaks into the water to try and troll for food. Beside him, Juilanna began to search through her over-sized purse, catching his attention as she pulled out a couple of slices of bread. “Cheers!” he gave a thankful smile as she offered him a portion, and watched as a couple of geese shambled towards them. “I ‘ave fed geese before,” He tore of a section of the bread and held it out to one of the geese, only to have the other goose snatch it away before the other one had a chance to take it. “Me uncle had a homestead ou’ in the country,” He tore of another section, and handed in to the goose that had missed out, smiling as it gobbled it up greedily. Dale was a very open guy, only secretive when necessary. So he didn’t mind telling Juilanna any of this. He’d treat everyone he met as if he’d known them all his life.

“Wha’ about you? Have you always lived ‘round ‘ere?” He turned his face to smile at her, his raven colored hair blowing slightly as a slight wind picked up.[/size]

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna smiled as he walked beside her. She felt as if she was back at home with her friend Nathan. Who was taller than her and had shaggy hair like Dale. She looked to him as he intook his surroundings. She smiled at the thought that she was relaxed out in the wild.

She had grown up in the deep south. To her excess. she wanted to grow up at Wyoming although she wouldn't have missed anything she had in her home town. She looked to Dale her eyes expressed feelings for a friend she would never loose. " Ahh yes i'm right". She took in account. She was happy now. She looked around at the geese that were flocking around them.

"Nice ". She looked at the babies that gather by them she wanted to pick one up but she'd rather not get chased by the mother. She petted one on the head hearing the hiss of its mother by her she gave a slight laugh. "Well I have lived in the deep south of California with my family and friends. ". She gave a slight cocky look to him. Sher said in a southern acent. "As you can tell by the way I am talking". She laughed quitely to her self. She saw a batch of flower to the corner. She thought of her child life.

She walked over to the flowers picking one peacefully and not tearing it off the plant like she would back home. She at least had to have her manners at school. She skipped back over to Dale holding it out to him, " you might not be a flower kinda guy but I don't care, it's a cute flower and I don't know how you could turn it down". It rested in her hand. The color was indigo blue with a slight tint of violet to it. She held it up to her nostrils and took in a deep scent that flower have out. It had the most seductive scent to it.

[Dale McCall]

Dale felt quite contented as he tore of another section of the bread, tossing it, this time, so that the two competing geese would shamble after it, letting out honk’s of displeasure as they skirmished to get to the bread first. In the end, it was the goose that had missed out the first time that won the baked good.

Dale ruffled his hair with his free hand and smirked with humor at Juilanna as one of the geese hissed at her. He had not meant it in a cruel way, of course, he just thought it amusing that she’d gotten scolded by the mother goose as she pet the gosling.

Looking at Juilanna, Dale realized how different she looked, in appearance, in contrast to himself. First of all, she was a fair bit taller than he was. But who wasn’t? He only stood at around 5’6”, and weighed about as much as an electro pixie. She must have been a few feet taller; 5’8” or 5’9”, perhaps. Her hair was long, and brunette in color, whilst his was coal black and disheveled. Their eyes were similar in color, her’s a pretty turquoise, while his were powder grey. She was slim, with an olive complexion; no wonder, he thought, since she claimed to have grown up in California. He on the other hand, had pale, creamy skin.

Her accent intrigued him too, the way her southern accent drawled some of her word’s, much in a similar way that he cut out some letter’s as he pronounced certain words. Dale had always been fascinated with accents, though he was terrible at mimicking them, himself.

Pulled from his musing, Dale realized that she had wondered off a small way towards a small patch of flowers, picking one of the small, delicate posy’s and skipping back towards him, holding out the flower as a sort of offering. Instantly, his mouth upturned into a grin. “Oh, genius! Thanks!” He beamed, taking the flower and tucking the stem behind his ear so that the petals were arranged at the front. He then spun around in a circle on his heel and struck a model’s pose. “How do I look?” He asked, grinning. “Oh!” He raised his finger momentarily, before jogging off towards the small flower bed and picking an identical flower. He then strode back, and held it out to her, exaggerating a lavishing bow. “For th’ pre’y li'l lady.”

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna smiled and stepped forward to the mother goose who honked and hissed again the mother took a step down from the plate. Jay smiled to the goose. She turned around to how Dale was thinking she stood hand on her hips and she smiled dropping them.

She looked to his model pose. She did one her self with out the flower. " you look handsome". She gave a slight smile. "li'l lady eh". She took the flower putting it in her hair. Fixing it with her head band. She went up to dale. " Eh you just need a li'l fix'n." She gave a large smiled trying to talk like he did but that was a little hard having her accent. Turquoise eyes studied his gruffy hair , she walked closer to him . She began to fix his hair. Having some lay in his eyes and then back up. She cocked her head and looked to dale.