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Katherine "Kat" Diaz (scene_chick) wrote in light_of_may,

Kat could believe that this woman's mom was still around and possibly even living with her. She looked the same age as, or probably younger, than Roxy after all and she was home. Now that they weren't having semi-epic battles over whether or not being gay was wrong. "Yeah, it's a total play on words. I think it was pretty cool of Mrs. Snow to decide to go that way. Lotta people wouldn't have, but I think it's not copyright infringement since she doesn't use any images or claim affiliation." All that Kat knew about that stuff was what she'd learned in class at the end of last year. Contrary to popular belief she did know how to pay attention in class. Just because she didn't talk about it or get the best grades didn't mean that she didn't listen. Rollerblading and her blog were just way, way more important than knowing what year the Civil War had ended.

"Ohhhh, drug talk, totally not my favorite. It was a huge deal back out in Cali and we had all sorts of anti-drug propaganda shoved down our throats from elementary school up." Kat was fine with getting the adrenaline rush that came with skating and nailing a new trick or seeing that her most recent video or picture had topped a certain number of views. She wasn't interested in drugs. Kat followed along to the bench and sat down, slinging her backpack off to set it down by her feet. She was a very talkative person and now that she'd sat she practically had to sit on her hands to keep from wanting to... no that wasn't going to work, she was going to do it. Ignoring the offer of candy she reached up to fix Regina's hair. It'd probably been fine by anyone else's standards, but Kat's said that it needed a bit of a tweak and she was happy to be the one to give it. "Okay, sorry about that, but I can literally not help myself. Your hair needed to be fixed. Looks totally cool now." And with that, she reached into the candy bag to pull out some gummys for herself. Popping a few in her mouth she chewed and swallowed so that she could keep talking. "Sweet; what do you do then?"