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Post by Damsel Of Distress on Apr 8, 2007 15:39:34 GMT -5
Darin slipped quietly in the front door of the house and past the room his father was undoubtedly asleep in, and went to sleep.
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Post by Clary on Apr 8, 2007 15:52:08 GMT -5
The Next Day Areki yawned and stretched, her hands instantly finding the two papers she'd typed out the night before. With a slight smile on her face, she tucked them into her bag and got dressed. It was going to be a wonderful day.
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Post by Poptart on Apr 8, 2007 15:58:26 GMT -5
Nathalie moaned and rolled over, instantly flopping off the bed and onto the floor. Ugh. What a way to start the morning. She opened one eye and chanced a glance under the bed. Money! With a start, she sat up and pulled a coins out from under the bed, counting them as she went. She grinned. There was just enough to bribe one of the upperclass into giving her a copy of "Crushed," the only real source of entertainment she got. She gazed fondly over at her "Crushed"-lined shelf, each magazine in perfect order.
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Post by Clary on Apr 8, 2007 19:58:24 GMT -5
Jeral transitioned between the sleeping and waking worlds without really noticing until he was halfway finished with his cereal. He glanced up when he noticed Missy looking at him.
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Post by Damsel Of Distress on Apr 8, 2007 20:02:36 GMT -5
Missy watched her brother thoughtfully over a piece of toast and nearly grinned when he looked up in confusion. "So, are you going to invite him over?"
Darin held his notebook in one hand and Lala in the other, watching fearfully as his father struck at the young woman who had obviously joined him the previous evening. He bit his lip and hurried past the room, hoping that neither of them would notice his presense, and slid out the door.
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Post by Clary on Apr 8, 2007 20:06:36 GMT -5
Jeral blushed. "I told you, he's too shy." He protested. "He'd never say yes."
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Post by Damsel Of Distress on Apr 9, 2007 11:21:37 GMT -5
"Ask him to come over and play videogames with you." She said. "At the worst he'll say no."
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Post by Clary on Apr 9, 2007 11:23:36 GMT -5
Jeral looked back at his cereal. "I'll think about it." He muttered.
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Post by Damsel Of Distress on Apr 9, 2007 11:29:46 GMT -5
"So, I should expect you to have company tonight?"
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Post by Clary on Apr 9, 2007 11:31:40 GMT -5
Jeral blushed, then quickly changed the topic. "Hey, the next issue of that magazine comes out today, doesn't it?"
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Post by Damsel Of Distress on Apr 9, 2007 11:35:17 GMT -5
Missy jumped up. "I almost forgot, I have to go get my money! Thanks, Jer, you're a lifesaver!" She rushed from the kitchen, nearly running over her mother as she walked into the room. Her mother looked after her. "What's wrong with her?"
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Post by Clary on Apr 9, 2007 11:38:32 GMT -5
"She forgot something." Jeral finished his cereal and pushed it away from him. "I'm finished."
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Post by Damsel Of Distress on Apr 9, 2007 11:42:38 GMT -5
"Go get in the car, dear. I'll wait here for your sister."
Darin walked slowly down the sidewalk toward the school, listening to his footsteps. It was only a short distance from his house anyway, and since his father and that lady had obviously been preoccupied, he hadn't been woken in time to catch the bus. He sighed. It wasn't as if it were an unusual circumstance. He bit his lower lip. Still, he wouldn't get to school in time to do what he really wanted to. People watching. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate, he admitted to himself. He didn't want to watch people, he wanted to watch specific people. A specific person, whose name he didn't even know. He sighed again.
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Post by Poptart on Apr 9, 2007 11:45:18 GMT -5
Nathalie stuffed her money in her pocket and ran out the door, calling a quick goodbye to her grandparents before the door slammed shut. She jogged most of the way to the bus stop and got on the bus.
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Post by Clary on Apr 9, 2007 11:47:53 GMT -5
Areki slid into the school copy room and locked the door behind her. She set her article for the school paper in the bin where it was supposed to go, and took out the pages of "Crushed" that she had to copy, laying them in the copier. As each magazine printed out, she grinned. There were some benefits to being the editor of the Newspaper Staff.
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