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                      The red headed teen is practically running towards the                       innocent passerby in the hallway, eyes wide with a mix--                       --ture of concern and raw irritation swirling in them.

        ❝ Have you seen a guy around ? He's brunette             and lanky and tall -- seriously he's like seve--             --nty per cent pure leg I'm not kidding. 

           Oh ! He's also running like a madman because            he's a goddamn idiot that pulled some prank            in the boys' bathroom. ❞

     Pam smiled as she made her way to the yard, a small skip in her step as      it was the end of school ! Which was sort of a big deal for her, because       it was a WEDNESDAY and on Wednesdays and Thursdays her and Jim's      time tables clashed and they didn't have more than homeroom together.      So, yes, she was very happy indeed, although she tried to not show it      overly much ;; she would have looked stupid otherwise.

     Pamela Morgan Beesly adjusted her feather headband -- the on her friend      Laura had made for her, herself -- quickly, making sure that the top was in      some form poofed up appropriately before she checked that her Nirvana      shirt was still tucked into her high waisted shorts and her tights were suf--      --ficiently ripped.  

                                                                      Hey, yes she wasn't meant to care,                                                                       But when it came to Jim she couldn't                                                                       help it.

     A grin brightened her face as her eyes caught sight of her boyfriend and      subtly hurried towards him, slinking her arms around his waist and resting      her chin on his shoulder, kissing his cheek affectionately in greeting.