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Post by Aisha Taylor on Aug 29, 2006 15:42:46 GMT -5
Aisha looked out into the horizons, remembering certain childhood moment she had spent with her father. Wherein she would wake up to bright sunny mornings then the first thing she would do was to look out from her window, and lean on the rails watching the birds fly to whatever unknown destination and then have her father ruffle her hair and ask how her sleep went accopanied with a good morning kiss.
A hand slowly flew unconcsiously to her hair, to the spot where she could swear she almost could feel her father's palm in an attempt to mess her already-messy hair. Then she realized as she come back to reality, 'what was I thinking?' Her father is miles away, and even if she would long to be in the same vacinity as he is right now, that wouldn't be possible. 'I guess I'll just have to get used to it...'
Then just then and there, as if there's nothing quite like bringing you back to the real world like having a guy change infront of you - a pretty well-built one at that, she had noted, her newly acquainted friend just changed infront of them. "Oohkay... that's something... I'm not really used to." She had let out unconsciously.
See, her life back then to where she was about a week ago - before going into this school, was all reclusive and pretty much conservative. Anyone could imagine her shock or reaction as this scene - which any girl from the middle-east would just die to see - as soon as Clark finished changing.
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Post by lee on Aug 30, 2006 14:38:36 GMT -5
"I'm sorry." Clark said to Aisha, his amazing blue eyes resting on her in silence for a minute or so before scanning the rest of the grounds. "I'll see you girls later." he said as he looked at each of them with a smile then started jogging back towards the school to go take a shower, he waved as them before dissapearing behind a wall.
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Post by Dylan Hunter on Sept 3, 2006 21:13:52 GMT -5
"Wow..." Dylan said with a small smile as she watched him leave. "I guess I should be going to, it was nice to meet you both." she said, sincerity and kindness toning her voice. She lifted herself from the ground, brushing off her white shirt, and shaking out her legs. Dylan gave a little wave as the hot breeze ruffled her hair, "I guess I'll see you both later," she said in a sing song voice as she walked away. They seemed nice, she decided while watching her shoes gather dust and dirt, Maybe we'll become good friends...
To: Breaking Backpack
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