The professional false smile that was a product of her secret experience as a Miss Watermelon Festival contestant, decades ago, wilted and "turned ups...de down," as many a kindergarten teacher might put it. She recognized instantly, in Kendra, the kind of competition that had caused her to come in last at that festival, so many years ago.Basically, she hated Kendra on sight.That effect continued as the couple shed their coats and made their way deeper into the rarified quality in the sumptuously. “Really?, are you being serious or is this a joke,” said Jane, somehow she seemed a little less drunk now she had seen the note.“I don’t joke when it comes to things like this,” Sophie said.“Seriously, don’t do it,” Kate said, “I don’t want to know what it is, but you should definitely not do it."“I have to, I know I will win this,” Jane nervously said. "Ok, it’s a deal, lets do this.”Sophie took the piece of paper back folded it up and threw it into the pile of money.Then the River came, it. "Later, alligators." "Smart move Cindy!" Dudley said. "Rick's in my homeroom. What a Casanova!" "Shut up Dudley." Sandy snapped before turning toward Sam. "Girl are you nuts!" "Did I do something wrong?" Sam asked."Only brush off the coolest guy in the school!" Sandy explained. "How many girls would kill to be seen in Rick's car." "I think Cindy showed some good sense." Dudley cut in. "A girl could get a reputation riding in a hot rod like that. You girls are better than that." He may have a. My ‘participation’ scores were low enough to give me a ‘C’ if I didn’t get at least a 93 on the final. I figured I could do that, but it would be tough. She made the tests difficult and always managed to find that one thing I hadn’t reviewed enough. Not this time, I’d vowed.I ended up finally closing the books at 12:30am. I didn’t have to get up until 6:30am so I could still get enough sleep. Fortunately, the Spanish test was the only one I would have that day. Well, I also had the gym ‘test’.