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Thank the gods, the Winter Wonderland festival fell on the same week school broke for the holidays. Bailey had celebrated by skipping the latter half of the last day of the year to dye her hair. Pops was none too pleased but he was probably just glad she didn't show up with another tattoo, and said nothing. The blue was brighter than expected, and it was sure to last at least the entire winter break. Bay enjoyed making a statement and what better statement was there than drawing attention with frosty blue hair? <p>

The fated day had arrived; the festival. Last time she was in a group of people this large she'd met Skye, an amazing chick Bay was sincerely glad she befriended. Who knew what would happen this go around, considering all the mayhem Bailey was bound to inflict on unsuspecting passersby. Bailey showed up around an hour after the stalls began setting up, starting her own afternoon off right with a big caramel apple with peppermint bits to give it that minty, wintry feel. Not the best of flavor combinations but it was pretty cheap and Bay was easily pleased. <p>

The first stop was always food; immediately after, Bailey raced to the lines of people awaiting awesome, creaking rides. They looked like death traps propped up by plywood; the danger of it all made the ride that much more exciting. She rode the zipper twice and was heading for a third when she saw it. An ice rink. There's no way...but somehow in the middle of Hyde park a gargantuan rink lay waiting, calling her name. <p>

Apparently patrons had to purchase a small wristband to pay for the skate rental; that was annoying. But by the time she slid out onto the ice she could feel nothing but the icy breath of winter and the exhiliration of doing something crazy and new. Pops took her ice skating once when she was five; it hadn't ended well. A sprained wrist, a concussion and a very stinky boy who called her names like 'freak' and 'homeless girl'. Freak hadn't bothered her, but the boy had been making fun of Bay's threadbare clothes, beginning to wear away at the edges where moths had once dined. Pops had only just gotten back into the ring; money was scarce. <p>

That kid went home with a broken arm, so Bailey still felt she'd won. But after that Pops didn't bring her to ice rinks. Something about sharp blades and crowds being a problem. Pops was working at the gym most of the day so Bailey was free to play, and that's exactly what she did. After a few initial fumbles she managed to get the hang of it; sports were her thing, Bailey could manage just about any athletic activity with a little determination. Soon she flew around the ring in winding circles, laughing delightedly and dodging around slower, less reckless patrons. Bailey didn't mind their callous glares or muttered complaints. This was <i>her</i> chance at freedom. At having a ton of fun without any consequences. <p>

Bay made a mental note to invite Aubrey and the gang to join her tomorrow. The best part about Winter Wonderland? It lasted nearly a week. Ah, she really, really loved London and all its quirky traditions. <p>

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Tuesday nights weren't usually reserved for escaping the house to go to a gay bar. Really, most nights weren't reserved for an underage girl sneaking into a bar. Not that Bay gave a damn. School work piled up, the stress of another tournament piled on. Sometimes a girl just needs to get away from all the nonsense and have a little fun.
Abbey wouldn't sneak out after dark; last time she convinced him, he didn't come to school for a week. Something about being on lock-down at home. Uncle Andy was pretty strict on that. Emmie probably wouldn't appreciate the invite, at least not where Bailey planned on going. There was one girl who down to party no matter what the venue or how crap the alcohol.
Louie of course! Pops was even more lenient when her cousin was involved--probably not the best decision on his part but Bay wasn't going to correct him. She sent a text as she hitched a ride on the bus - no good to show up sweaty from a run at a club - and made sure to be long gone before Louie had a chance to reply. Hanging out was fantastic; being shoved into a dress beforehand? Not so much.
The bouncer didn't bother to give her a second look. She was a regular, though more commonly seen with Louie in tow. Even so she carried a fake ID her lovely cousin whipped up for her. That had to be her favorite birthday gift by far. <p>

The music thrummed loud enough to pulse in her chest like a heartbeat parody. Multi-hued lights flashed over the dark dance floor, illuminating patrons in slashes of red and blue. Bay flashed a smile. Now this was the perfect start to her night. She cruised to the bar and snagged a water. With a physique as minuscule as hers, alcohol tolerance ran low. Best not start drinking until Louie showed up. She better show up soon, Bay did not like take abandonment well.<p>

Not that Lou would ever pass up a drink.<p>

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Bailey shouldn't skip school. In the past two months she missed almost twelve days--the counselors had to pull her aside and give her a final warning. If her grades weren't pristine she'd be out on her ass already, but thankfully public schools could only do so much to her. <p>

So immediately after being pulled aside Bailey did the only thing she could--she ditched. Why not? She could still get promoted surely. Hopefully. Besides, she wasn't interested in learning garbage. She had better things to do. You know, like beating a punching bag until her knuckles split under the tape. Pops didn't say anything. He was one of those stern fathers with too much of a teddy bear complex. He'd frown in disapproval from the sidelines but never actually tell her to go to school.<p>

She loved him <i>and</i> his paltry chiding skills. <p>

The only trouble skipping school caused was the inability to drag the gang off somewhere to hang out. That meant a long, suffering process of phone tag. She sent Aubrey a text on the way home to get cleaned up but who knows if he bothered to check it. She sent him another one after her shower just in case, and one to Emmy too. Just a quick <i>"Hyde park, see you soon"</i>. Not very good with texting, that girl. At least she remembered to type a meeting place this time.

The run to the park didn't take too long, half an hour or so, and Bay picked out a spot in the shade of very pitiful oaks. Not that they need shade under the perpetually overcast skies. She slumped against the trunk, stretching her sore muscles. Where was everyone? <p>

<a href="">thanks!</a>

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It's worth fighting for
Could have given up so easily
I was a few cheap shots away
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It's not a dream anymore
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Bailey hopped around the house cursing Virgil's God forsaken stupid face. If he were only a few kilos less muscle and bones like steel her ankle would be fine. She'd be at the zoo being arrested for wallaby cuddling. And breaking and entering. And probably in violation of certain endangered animal laws. Were wallabies protected species?
Anyway. She was missing Aubrey's birthday celebration! Well, the first half of it. Bay would be damned if she just let Aubrey go home and not celebrate all night long. And this was the first year abs invited her to his special birthday trip! She swore some more under her breath, promising to punish Virgil thoroughly when she was all healed up.
A lot of clanking and broken wooden spoons littered the floor by the time pops came home with supplies. <i>”It can't be that bad if you've managed such a mess in under an hour."</i> Pops had laughed and dropped off cake ingredients. There was a back up chocolate cake in the fridge in case she blew it.
They had an old, badly patched recipe book from Sydneys grandmother Pops never touched with a ten foot pole. He burned Mac n cheese, no family secrets for him. But Bay was pretty good in the kitchen, so long as no one forced her into a frilly apron or bad mouthed her meals.
And so long as she didn't break all the ceramic bowls. They owned a chipped red mixer bowl and a badly bent whisk Bay hadn't yet managed to abuse but the day was young. And there were burgers to prepare! Aubrey and whoever tagged along would be starved, as would Bailey after all of this effort. Pops avoided the kitchen like the plague; he had enough battle scars interrupting Bay over the years and paying his punishment in chunks of flesh or burns.
Finally, after hours of working her ass off and only cutting herself once, the cake was on the counter cooling and the icing chilled in the fridge. She checked the time--it didn't matter what time it was, somehow Aubrey would show up whenever he wanted to. Her shower was fast and her hair damp a her neck as she finished slapping icing on. It wasn't wedding cake worthy but it'll do. <P>

Now, where was that birthday boy?<p>

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→ <b>name:</b> Bailey Mallory Blodwen<br>
→ <b>nickname:</b> Bay, that one ginger, the Bomb<br>
→ <b>age:</b> Sixteen <Br>
→ <b>birthday:</b> 4 February<Br>
→ <b>hometown:</b> London<br>
→ <b>occupation:</b> Slacker<br>
→ <b>member group:</b> Human<br>
→ <b>canon:</b> n/a<br>
→ <b>face claim:</b> Hayley Williams<p><p>
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<p>I'm Bailey Mallory Blodwen. I know it's a mouthful fuck off. I was adopted. Yeah I know boohoo, let's throw a pity parade.<p>

I don't mind being adopted. Pops is way better than some lame old braud with too much perfume and a narrow opinion on womanhood. I spent my youth in the gym boxing with pops, just how I like it. I've been a feisty tom boy from the time I could walk - supposedly I threw punches before I could hold up my own neck but the guys are probably full of it.<p>

I know nothing of my birth parents and I don't want to know so don't ask. They aren't worth my time if they couldn't even bother to name me before dumping me at a church. Luckily I spent very little time there. It was a few hours after Sunday mass, or so I'm told, when Gerald Blodwen finally decided it was time to leave. Sunset lit the streets in amber and on the grimy concrete steps, swaddled in old newspapers, lay baby me.<p>

Pops brought me home that night and we've been family since. Sydney, dad's wife, died two weeks earlier. The funeral had been arranged and attended, family and friends grieved and moved on. Pops couldn't bear it; that everyone could forget her so easily, to slough off her death after making a show of mourning at her funeral. Since then he's felt guilty, belittling their grief. But at the time he couldn't bear to breathe without her, much less work or move on with life. So he spent most of his days and nights at the back pew of a church, praying. Asking why, why did she have to leave? Why now? And, as he said it, his deepest, most sacred prayer was "How am I supposed to live without her?"<p>

He always believed I was the answer to his prayers. He still makes me go to church every Sunday, same place I was abandoned. I don't really believe in anything. But sometimes I wonder...<p>

Nah, nevermind.<p>

School sucks but at least it's not a catholic, uniform required hell hole. It's just like very high school. Unsurprising and required by law. Whatever. <p>

At least I've got the guys. I should say girls--there are more lady parts in our group than dicks(and yes Aubrey I'm counting you as a girl. It's the hair). Double standards, can't call men girls without listening to them whine about it for hours.<p>

I don't know why anyone bothers to ask questions. Look. I grew up reasonably normal, isn't that enough? <i>Sigh.</i><p>

One thing everybody and their mother just <I>has</I> to ask. "Is it true? Did you really hook up with Ms. Allen in detention?" No. I hooked up with Amelia from French class. <I>c'est bon.</I> get your rumors straight. I did, however, set the English room on fire in year ten when I was fifteen. I learned my lesson. No more hiding lit cigarettes in garbage bins. But I got a week vacation for that so score!<p>

Not much else to tell. I've broken eight bones in the past two years--not mine, mind you. I wish I could say they were only at practice...but bitchy blondes called Aubrey something I can't repeat without seeing red when we were changing for p.e. Now I can tolerate any slag jokes you throw at me.

<p>Don't ever talk shit about my friends.<p>

Especially not Abbey, he's sensitive. So I broke that cunt's jaw. They had to wire her mouth shut for a month. I almost got expelled, till I claimed she called me a dirty fag. Can't toss the token lesbo with six mma youth medals now can you? She's an inspiration to youngsters! Can't play that card again. Damn, it was a good one too.<p>

Pops should have been pissed. I know he tried really hard to punish me. But I overheard him bragging at the gym about his "Bombass daughter" who won't take shit from anyone and making my own way in the world. Impossible to beat a dad like mine. Even if he can't cook worth a damn.<p>

Fighting isn't my only love. I also dance! Haha, <I>no.</I> I love to run. Anywhere will do, but I love old streets. Sometimes I manage to convince Pops to fork over cash. Then I hop on the closest link out of the city, pick a place at random and run until my feet bleed.<p>

There's something freeing about tearing through cobbled streets, pausing to hack up a lung and take in the architecture. Also a guilty pleasure of mine, old buildings. Don't tell anyone, I don't want Pops trying to pay my way to a good school thinking I'll have actual talent. He's done way too much for me as it is.<p>

He owns the gym by the way. Should have mentioned that. It doesn't pay much but he invested his professional boxing checks early in his career and that keeps us afloat, if not comfortable.<p>

I don't really care about money or future careers. I'm happy just as I am.<p>

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