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Post by Lily Sophia Burwell on Sept 26, 2009 17:58:49 GMT -5
Lily pulled her grey coat tighter around her and pulled her bag to her chest, trying to protect her self from the cold wind as her blond hair whipped around her face. She lowered her head and started to walk quicker to the gates of Forks High. Cars sped past her filled with teenagers. She could tell by the unhappy looks on their faces they were about as pleased as she was about going to school. That's just Monday morning for you, I guess, she thought.
In the car park Lily looked around for any sign to the office, she paused briefly nearly being knocked over by a few people walking by. She spotted what looked like the main doors and made her way there, as she opened the doors she relished in the heat glad, to be out of the bitter cold. She unbuttoned her jacket and pulled her bag further up on her shoulder, closing the door behind her.
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Post by Wren Wood on Nov 1, 2009 11:46:44 GMT -5
OutfitWren drove her car into the lot, and every day that she did, she still got the same glares, stares and goofy smiles (Which creeped her out). The stares were mostly from guys, and a lot was at her car, and at her, herself, and the glares were mostly from girls, more than likey jelous of her looks. Wren pulled her bag on her shoulder and held her books; a few school ones and The Lord of the Rings, and locked her car, and headed inside. She didn't want to get too wet. She ran, human pace, into the school, and into another girl. I'm so sorry. She said, gathering up her books she had dropped, looking at the blond girl she had bumped into.
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