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 Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 5:56 pm
((Yesh ^.^ ))
She hid the picture, glancing at him. She looked at him, and stared. She flushed, and closed the notebook. "I made it up." She said, quietly and nervously, so only he could hear. She set the notebook on her desk, and gazed back at him. "Why?" Where would he have seen it? She'd never seen it while she was awake, so she thought she'd just made it up.
She had an active imagination. She glanced at what else had spilled out of her backpack. A knot made itself apparent in her stomach. A picture of her and her mother. Her hand reached up to her hair, which matched her mothers so much. She wished her step-mother wouldn't chop off what had grown. She snapped back to reality, and stuffed the picture back into the backpack, then returned to picking up the pencils.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 6:04 pm
She made it up? Maybe it wasn't the same thing. He'd only gotten a quick glance in his dream. He put the pencils he had picked up on her desk and bent down to pick up more. "Oh, well I just saw something that looked a lot like it in a dream I had last night. It must have been something different, though."
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 6:12 pm
She stiffened. "Y-yeah, probably." She said nervously, a fake smile plastered on her face. She closed her eyes, and sighed. "Actually, it was a dream." She cursed mentally, had she just said that?
She picked up more things, and placed them in the backpack. She glanced at the floor again. Geez had EVERYTHING been poured out of it? She picked up the play tickets and stuffed them in her pocket. She didn't want to lose those! It was the last showing of Les Miserables in California, and she'd paid good money for those tickets... okay, she didn't have anyone to go with her, so maybe she'd just hand the extra to a random person on the street.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 6:20 pm
"What do you mean by that? Of course we'll hang out," Steven responded in a seemingly uninterested tone. He was thinking of something else entirely and was only half paying attention to his surroundings. "Well, we had better hurry up, no sense in being late when we are this close to vacation."
When the two of them had reached the school they proceeded to their home room to get ready for class. Steven, almost as soon as he sat down, put his head on his books and fell asleep.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 6:23 pm
Now it was Tim's turn to stiffen. "Seriously? You dreamed it too?" He scrunched his brow and said in a hushed voice. "Don't you think it's just a little weird that we both dreamed about the exact same weird yellow thing?"
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"Ah-choo!" Kero sniffed. "Must be the salty air..." He flopped back down on the roof of the school and drowsed off again.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 7:03 pm
Bree nodded, then shook her head. She turned to look at him, brushing some hair out of her face. "Coincidence?" She asked, then opened her notebook to a picture of Shot. "Did you dream of this too?" She asked, handing it to him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 7:22 pm
He took the picture. "I don't like coincidences." Just then their teacher walked in and Tim hurriedly took his seat as everyone quieted down. She apologized for being late and then began roll (role?) call.
Timmy looked at the picture. It was a beam of light or something. It was cool looking, but he was disappointed that he didn't recognize it. He took out a pencil and scrawled below it.
- Nope, wasn't in mine. Maybe it was just a fluke
He was truly disappointed, but not really surprised. He had always wanted something... extraordinary to happen.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 7:32 pm
Jamie looked at what he wrote. She wrote back.
Its sort of hard to imagine the same thing. Even if its just one in many. People have their differences don't they? Their dreams may have similarities, but ultimately wouldn't they be different?
She paused, looking over the paper, then handed it back. She looked outside, and gazed. Her head ached, but she ignored it. As if in protest her stomach started hurting as well. She ignored that too.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 8:13 pm
He read the note. She had a good point. He thought, and then wrote back.
- Yeah I guess you're right. Maybe we should
Should what? He had no idea. Should go to the beach at night and see if any giant waves or flying yellow things come? He thought for a second, then finished the message:
- talk more at lunch.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 8:21 pm
She smiled. This guy seemed nice, she wrote back.
Sure!
Her stomach wouldn't have any more of her ignoring it. It gave her a big kick to itself, and she clutched her stomach, dropping the notebook. "Oooowww..." She doubled over, wincing.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 12:42 pm
Tim's eyebrows raised and he looked up at the teacher who was talking about FOIL and writing calculations on the board. He leaned forward. "You OK?" He whispered.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 12:47 pm
She grimaced, and stood up. "I-I'll just go get some ibuprofen from the nurse." She picked up her backpack, and staggered a bit, before walking up to the desk to ask for a hall pass.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 1:15 pm
Tim watched Bree leave, wondering if she was sick or something, then returned to pretending like he was doing math. Really he was thinking about the conversation that they had just had. Two people having the same dream? Not just the same dream even. If it was just that then he might have pegged it for coincidence. But the same weird yellow thing.... Possible, he guessed. They both lived in the same town and went to the same school, so maybe they both just saw something that made them dream it.
That excuse sounded too flimsy for Tim. What else could it be?
"Mr. Prower."
Tim jerked out of his thoughts and looked up at the teacher. "Yeah?"
"Can you tell me what I just said?"
"Uh... not word for word."
Some of the class snickered. "Mm hm. Pay attention Prower."
Tim nodded. He could tell it was going to be a long Friday.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 1:23 pm
Bree soon came back, and sat down, looking up at the board. She tried to solve the problem mentally, but couldn't. She usually was okay at that. She wrote down the problem and tried to solve it. Math was good for keeping your mind occupied. She passed back the note she had planned to give Tim earlier, and started paying a bit more attention to what the teacher said.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 2:01 pm
Ally laughed as she watched Steven fall asleep on his desk and she decided to let him rest for the time being. So as she waited for class to start, she looked out of the window at the school grounds. Being located on the first floor, there was not much to offer in the way of scenery, but Ally made due with watching the students outside hurry to class. At least, this is what her classmates figured when they saw her looking out of the window.
In reality she was searching for the spirit she had felt earlier. She could still feel the definite traces of some sort of magic. The thought that she was just feeling Steven's magic was dismissed early, as Ally had grown to know what his type of magic felt like. No, what she could sense now was different from what she usually felt. It felt like something new.
Ally's thought process was interrupted by the teacher walking into the room. As Ally hurried to her seat, which was just to the left of Steven's desk. Class had already begun when Ally looked over and saw that Steven still had his head down on the desk. She was about to try and wake him when the teacher beat her to it.
"Ahem, Mr. Richardson. Steven," the teacher said suddenly to wake Steven from his rest. "Please translate the text for the class."
Ally held her breath.
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