ThugWorkout wrote:
Mella was in a little world of her own, arms clenched around her textbooks and her iPod pushed up to full blast in her ears. Dressed in a skin tight pair of black rose embroidered jeans and a black lace bralet, along with ankle boots, her blonde hair swept by the wind. She looked completely mad, it seemed. She hummed along to the song that was currently playing until it changed to Mi Gente and she gasped, stopping in her tracks, her hips began to sway and she dropped her books to the ground, her arms in the air. It was a regular morning for mella.
max dragged his feet along behind him, still half asleep. He rubbed his eyes and took another large swig of the energy drink rested in his left hand, his right hand mindlessly texting away and snap chatting a couple of girls that were on his current hit list. He was dressed in a simple grey polo shirt with some skin tight denim jeans, tucked into his black ankle high doc martens, his classic look. A beanie on his head for good measure. He bundled his way through the sea of bodies into school, letting out a yawn. Walking up to his mates, giving them all a first bump.