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Elsie walked around the airport, taking pictures of families being reunited and of random objects. She was bored, and the plane she was going on with her brother wasn't boarding for another half hour. She started to come back to the terminal, grabbing some food from a subway. She idly ate her sandwich and walked towards her terminal, quickening the pace when she heard the plane's number being called. She met her brother in line, giving him a cheesy smile and gave the stewardess her ticket. Elle found their seats and sat down, frankly she was tired and wanted to go to sleep.

It didn't take to long for Elle to fall into dreamland, allowing Elsie to miss most of the plane ride. She slide by her brother quickly before the plane landed to check herself out in the mirror. Her hair was down, and her ringlet curls were still intact from earlier that morning. She tugged down on her white tank top and her leather jacket. It cut at her mid ribcage and accented her chest well. She then went back to her seat for the landing, already anticipating the pain in her ears. After the plane landed Elsie looked at her brother and stated I think I'm going to go to the old park. I mailed Mom and Dad my luggage, and I really want to get some shots in before sundown. She didn't really wait for an answer before running off, he was going to have a few local fan girls waiting for him anyway. She adjusted her shirt again before calling a cab and going to the siblings hang out spot in high school, a park in the west part of town.

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One a private flight, in his private plane, sat the star halfback for the Texas Longhorns. The current MVP of the entire league. The name on all the sports shows and magazines: Felix Kerr Rosseth. He lounged in a stark white chaise, a bottle of expensive alcohol in one hand and his cell in another, his cool blue eyes plastered to the flatscreen television before him. Some action movie was playing, one with fast cars and hot chicks and violent fights. He paid more attention to it then his manager on the phone, who was having a big freakout. "Listen Felix, I don't think you should keep from the practices that long-" The blonde drank from his bottle before interupting him, "Marty, I'm only going for, like, a week. No more than three or four."

"Three-?!"

"It's a big family visit thing. Plus, I'm not going to be just sitting on my a** the whole time. It's not like I'm not going to jog every morning. Get it together man." Another sip, and his eyes were glued to the screen. Uh-oh, someone had keyed shaved-guy's car. Someone's a** was going to get kicked. "Besides, I've already put you on the map, so you probably have a butt-load of calls to answer. I've been busting my a**. Give me a break." He didn't let the poor guy reply before hanging up, sinking into his seat and crossing his feet at the ankles. Okay, so some of that was a lie, particularly the whole "family visit thing." Honestly, his family was living it up in Texas, where he bought them a house and shipped them out so they didn't have to live so far from him. But he had bought a condo back out here, and the action of the spotlight had started to lose its' novelty. He could get anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. And he usually got it. But now, he wasn't sure what he wanted. Sinking lower, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked forward to landing more than time to watch this movie.

It felt like it had taken forever for the plane to land, though it had only been hours. He felt oddly out of place, stretching and getting attention, winking at the ladies whose eyes were glued to him. He was getting recognized: the bigshot athelite come home. He yawned, scratching at the back of his head as he idled himself, walking down the street. At the moment, there wasn't much else to do, not much more entertainment. The little town had been known for being . . . well . . . boring, after all.

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She'd been up since early after an error with her plane tickets. Instead of a straight shot to her hometown she was sent miles away after the conditions weren't right for landing. The only way to get there was a very long bus ride, but it was her only choice. At least the vapors of mineral spirits warned away some of the greasier passengers. She didn't trust bus-goers that much, especially the ones who gave her those weird looks. But who was she to talk? With dark shadows hanging from her pale hazel eyes, ginger locks disheveled, and paint staining her hands and clothes? She, who was hunched over, scratching into a notebook in hopes of inspiration? She, whose hands moved quickly as they marked the paper, the pen far too loud to not annoy others? She groaned in frustration, then slammed the book closed, harshly shoving it into her bag before leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest. As if it were its' fault that she lacked what made her her. As if it could help the block that affected her entire flow.

What was Kenly doing, going back home? It had been a spur-of-the-moment choice, one propelled on lack of inspiration in New York and the simple desire to leave the hustle of the city. The cars outside her flat were no longer lulling her to sleep, and instead were keeping her awake. The neighbors she used to adore were throwing too many wild parties that rowed their multitudes of dogs. The Chinese Food she used to adore eating was beginning to make her sick. And the people calling and requesting commissions or pieces or opportunities of openings were starting to annoy her. She was spent. She needed a break. She missed the way things were.

With a sigh of relief, Kenly stepped down the steps of the public transport and back into a world of familiar streets and buildings. Around her, life went on. People walked along, cars honked at the traffic. The tension in her shoulders slightly went away, only to be replaced by the impertinent complaining of her stomach. Using a paint-stained hand, she brushed errant hair from her face and began towards the little cafe she used to occupy with a collection of other teens at a young age. The shop had changed, and she hoped that their food hadn't as she stood before the display - wallet in hand. Light hazel eyes skimmed over the snacks and desserts and pastries before she settled on a slice of pumpkin bread and a bottle of "diet anything." Paying, she eyed her shoes behind her glasses, frowning slightly. How had she gotten paint on her shoes? "Here." A bored looking teen handed her her things, and she thanked him before making her way through the busy place to the back, where a bare booth greeted her. She didn't pull out the little book, but merely sat for a moment, instead tugging out her phone to begin the filing through the sea of emails. And a long time ago, she had believed this profession simple. Ha.

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Annabelle awoken to the sound of the tv, just opposite of the room she was asleep in. She groaned rolling over to look at the clock. It read 9:45, a time she was usually teaching. On her vacations she spent her time either with her daughter, sleeping, or hanging out with her family. All of which she planned to do over this vacation. She missed her kids at school of course, but when it came to her three year old daughter Jordan her entire world revolved around the younger girl, just like it did now. She had the tv turned up way past it should be and that was Anna's que to wake up and get herself together. She rolled out of bed and pulled the blanket off her body revealing her pjs of shorts and a tank top. She padded her way out of her room and passed the empty room of her daughters before coming out into the living room laughing. "Good morning princess" she said scooping the young girl off the floor along with the remote and turning down the television which was playing the Hannah Montana show. Anna wondered sometimes where Jordan got her taste in television. She much preferred the crime shows, and never once was that type of girl to watch shows on Disney, even when she was little. Her mother always made her try and sit down and watch it with her younger brother but never did. She could care less.

"Mommy!" squealed the younger girl as she wrapped her arms around Anna. Annabelle smiled and kissed the younger girls cheek before heading back into Jordan's bedroom. "How about we go out for breakfast this morning? Maybe muffins and chocolate milk?" she asked as the three year old jumped in her arms "Choco milk!" she squealed once more and started jumping on her bed as her mother started going through her closet in search of something to dress Jordan in. She pulled out a pink skirt with white polka dots and a matching shirt with a cute cartoon girl on it. Annabelle quickly changed the girls outfit and grabbed the brush putting her hair into piggy tails with pink bows. Jordan smiled and giggled "Crown?" she asked as she jumped from the bed and grabbed the crown off the play table in the corner putting it on her head. "There is princess Jordan. You look adorable. Run off and watch tv while mommy gets ready"

Annabelle followed the girl out of the room then into her room as Jordan took down the hallway. She went through her closet and found her jeans and a shirt. She grabbed her make up and straighter and headed into the bathroom and quickly did her hair and make up knowing that with the way the bouncing on the couch and the screaming from Jordan that she was ready to go. Once finished, Annabelle grabbed two pairs of shoes, her own boots and a pair of matching flats for Jordan. "Lets get shoes on and go baby girl" she slipped her boots on with the end of her jeans tucked in before helping Jordan with hers. Grabbing her purse from the dinning room, which had papers scattered everywhere which she would be grading and sending back to the children, her grade books and several other of her teaching things. She picking up Jordan and headed out into the car, slipping the young girl into her car seat before buckling herself into the drivers seat.

On the way there, Jordan listed off all the things she wanted to eat from the coffee shop which consisted of ice cream, chocolate milk, ice cream and many other things. Annabelle laughed and shook her head as she pulled into the parking lot of the shop and grabbed Jordan and carried her inside."We would like one small chocolate milk-" "No mommy big!" complained the younger girl. Annabelle laughed. "One medium chocolate milk, Two blue berry muffins and a ice frappe with no whip cream" she ordered. She paid and moved over to sit at a table near the front by the window. She put Jordan on one of the booster chairs that sit on the bench and she took a seat across from her. Within minutes they had their things brought to them, and they enjoyed their breakfast.

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Demitri looked around the airport and sighed. He was going home for the first time in years. He wondered how it would go. Demi twirled his drumsticks in his hands and sat in a chair, waiting. Demitri wondered where his sister was too. Wasn't she with him not long ago when they were dropped off? Demitri shrugged and started drumming the air. Knowing his sister, she was off taking pictures.

Demitri groaned when his stomach growled. It had been awhile since he ate. Demitri got up, throwing his bag over his shoulder. Demitri looked around and spotted the Cinnabon. He nodded and made his way over. After five minutes in line, Demitri got to the front and ordered. He paid and started eating the sticky bun.

As Demi was walking back, he stopped in the restroom. Demitri washed his hands after reliving himself and made his way back to the seat he was in. Demitri sat down, and leaned his head back. Demi sighed and waited.

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In high school, the Football Player and the Photographer dated. The Teacher and the Architect also dated. The Painter and the Photographer never got along. Neither did the Musician and the Football Player. The Teacher never could stand the Lawyer. The Writer usually kept to himself, but always had a thing for the Lawyer. The Musician and the Photographer were best friends and siblings, although he was also best friends with the Painter. The Photographer hung around with the Teacher. The Football Player was best friends with the Architect.

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Annabelle Rivers Swan
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Elsie Marie Coleman
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Demitri Shawn Coleman
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Felix Kerr Rosseth
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Eight friends, all living different lives. They all grew up in the same small town, and left to live their lives. The painter went to New York, so did the writer. The teacher stayed in the town. Residing in Florida is the lawyer. The musician and his twin sister, the photographer moved to California. The architect moved to Washington, and the football player moved to Texas. After four years, they all are going home for a vacation. What will happen to some of the ex lovers, and former best friends? Will feelings rekindle? Will friendships re-blossom? You hold the keyboard.

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