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- Posted: Sat, 08 May 2010 02:31:55 +0000
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- Megan Shailene Peterson was never an outspoken girl. Strange, unique, even a bit crazy, yes. But never...outspoken. She never just...talked to people. She waited for people to talk to her. Shea wished it the opposite. Maybe, she thought, that would change this year at P.C.A.. "Megan," her mother said as the car came to a halt in front of a beautiful collection of buildings, "We`re here." The tan and blue buildings seemed intimidating, as if they were stareing at her, threatining her, saying "Go ahead. Come inside. See what happens, girl." They seemed to snicker as Shea cautiously undid her seat belt, and opened her door, a black Converse sneaker crunching the gravel under her feet. With great determination and purpose, Shea stood and shut the door of the silver Volvo behind her, taking a step or two towards P.C.A..
After Shea stood confidently before the buildings, they seemed to return to their normal, unlife-like state. She smiled in triumph, smoothing her outfit as she went to the trunk to help her parents with her three bags. After the three red suit-cases were yanked from the car, Shea smiled at her parents, hugging them each in turn. She pulled away, tears in her usually shiny eyes. "Bye Mama," she said as her mom whipped a tear from her daughter`s eyes, "Bye Papa." Then she hugged them closely, and they stayed that way for a while. Then, reluctantly, her parents pulled away, hopping into the car, and driving off. Shea stood and waved until her parents were gone, and even a little bit after. She sighed, yanking her things to the office, getting her room key and room number. Room 101. Ha.
Shea walked into room 101, walking directly to the single-bed, and flopping her things and herself onto it face-down, letting out a large groan. A bed felt peaceful. Shea sat up, running a hand through her hair and walking to the window. She saw a cute blonde boy and a nerdy-girl talking to him. Shea`s brow furrowed -- she hated competition. It was the sound of a dresser drawer closing that made Shea realize she wasn`t alone. She spun, a light blush of iggnorance spreckling her cheeks as she smiled at the blonde girl, apparently her roommate -- or, one of them. "Oh, I`m sorry. Is this your bed?" Shea asked, looking back over her shoulder at the cute blonde boy.