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Post by Karel on Oct 3, 2006 15:13:01 GMT -8
The lunch period - a one hour break in the middle of the day to help calm a student's mind, even in a violent school such as this. Bags and books packed into his locker, this senior grade student found himself lying down in the lower branches of an oak tree. Hands together behind his head, he used it as a pillow to stop the back of his skull from touching any wood. With his vision restricting him to have a view above him, his eyes looked past the vegetation of his host tree, and peered at the blue of the sky. Relax....
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Post by max on Oct 4, 2006 13:08:22 GMT -8
OoC: I'm not vey good at replying to posts like such, so I'll just make an entry ^^
Lunch.
The certain time of day squished between one's school schelude in order for a student to enjoy a little nibble of the pancake before being called into yet another mind-boggling class, and though it only lasted for a good sixty minutes, it could seem much longer then so in the case of some of those attending that had waited quite a bit for the certain time to come! Like say, the unmistakable Maxwell Parker.
Squeaky doors were pushed open by a simple push from the petite girl's palm as Max stepped into the courtyard, the little place where some people went and some people didn't for a good moment of peace and quiet. There seemed to be no one out at the moment, what Max was hoping for, pushing her hands deeper into the kangaroo pocket of the gray hoodie she wore the freshmen girl made her towards a single tree. She hadn't brought lunch or lunch money, so the courtyard was a good place to relax while everyone else stuffed their faces in the smaller cafeteria in glee.
Pressing her back casually against the firm bark of the tree, Max slowly dragged herself down into a sitting position, the day being as picture-perfect and calming as it was reduced a little bit of the stress mounted on the pillar's shoulders...A nice quiet day.
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