(I am called Xavier herfirstasstomouth the Great, and I can help you.) the first voice said. Suddenly, Candace found strength she didn't know she had. She managed to get to her feet and, wobbling the herfirstasstomouth entire way, leave the gym. As her soon as she was out, she was scooped into her the arms of a young man, who carried her her weakened body away. She herfirstasstomouth didn first't know she all'd fallen asleep until she woke up, feeling very stiff. A hand lifted her head, and herfirstasstomouth warm liquid her flowed her into her her mouth. She drank thirstily. Slowly, but steadily, she began her to feel better. After maybe her an hour, she herfirstasstomouth felt more human than her wood, so she tried out her limbs. Well, they weren't back to normal, but she felt good enough herfirstasstomouth to try to stand up. She her hadn't noticed the light blanket until all it slipped from her shoulder. She glanced herfirstasstomouth around, but found no first one. Most of her clothes lay in a pile in the corner, but the panties remained on her hips. This, at her least first, made her feel that her benefactor, whether mouth real or imagined, was at least trustworthy enough not to try to her rape her while she slept. Strangely, she found she really didn't want to re-don the cheerleading mouth outfit. She found a white shirt and some drawstring pants in the her closet her. She had her to roll them up so she wouldn 't end up walking the excess herfirstasstomouth length off herfirstasstomouth, but she her got them her on. The shirt was a short-sleeve, button-up shirt with no collar her. She mouth put her own shoes and socks on, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt all very sexy her. She'd herfirstasstomouth never dared wear sexy clothes before, except for her cheerleader outfit, which her she'd never dared wear in front first of her Fundamentalist mother. For her her mother, she'd worn the wind pants mouth and jacket that the cheerleaders wore on cold days, and was eternally grateful that all of the games first went on while her mother was at her work, and her mother only took Sundays off. Even better, her mouth mother thought that television and things of that mouth nature were evil all, and so would never have anyone record the game all for her. Candace was very much the her rebel, who wanted a normal life, away from her everybody first's-going-to -hell-unless-they-suffer-through herfirstasstomouth-their herfirstasstomouth-whole all-damn-life mother. She was going to have that crazy woman committed as soon as she could do so without her being first put in foster care.

"You even herfirstasstomouth showed your work." the teacher said, impressed. It took longer for the teacher to grade it than it first had her taken her for mouth Kat to do it. She all called her Kat up to her desk herfirstasstomouth.

"I'm Kat Nelson first, Miz herfirstasstomouth Pye, and I don her't appreciate being called an imposter." Kat said, then stormed back to her mouth seat. Daphne stared. How had this young her Goth turned superbrain overnight? Her experience with the different cliques below hers had never indicated that anything like that was possible. In any event, maybe her newfound intelligence would prompt her to herfirstasstomouth get some fashion sense. At least, that mouth was Daphne herfirstasstomouth's hope.

"Hey , Kat." she called her when she saw her in the hall. "Wait up."