BadReception

Taz had never liked sunny days, so the fact that she was born in the month of July came as a strong inconvenience today, as she stood in a large white dress. Picking at the large sleeves she sighed and tried to shift her hair from sitting heavily on her shoulder to her back but the pounds of hairspray and giant curls kept it firmly in place. "Mierda," she muttered as she wiped sweat off her top lip. "Taz, mi quierdo," her mother called from the other room, "come out, everyone is waiting." With a final glance in the mirror up couldn't help but smile at her self, and fluff her hair. Satisfied that she looked perfecto, she walked down the hal

Taz had never liked sunny days, so the fact that she was born in the month of July came as a strong inconvenience today, as she stood in a large white dress. Picking at the large sleeves she sighed and tried to shift her hair from sitting heavily on her shoulder to her back but the pounds of hairspray and giant curls kept it firmly in place. "Mierda," she muttered as she wiped sweat off her top lip. "Taz, mi quierdo," her mother called from the other room, "come out, everyone is waiting." With a final glance in the mirror up couldn't help but smile at her self, and fluff her hair. Satisfied that she looked perfecto, she walked down the hal