Aurora
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Post by Aurora on Jun 18, 2007 11:26:56 GMT -8
She walked slowly into the hallway. It was early, very early. Why was she here? Because this time Aurora didn't want to be distracted or late for her first day back to school. She had been gone for awhile...and it was time to get back to work!
Her white mary janes lightly tapped on the ground as she walked, and the girl smiled to herself. It was nice this early... no one was around, there wasn't a crowd to fight or anything!
Her plain white skirt came to her knees and swirled whenever she turned. A light blue button up shirt with a pale yellow sweater...Aurora was truly going back to her old self here. No one would connect this Aurora with the one on stage! There was no way...even if her hair was blonde now... pulled into two pigtails resting on each shoulder.
And yet she was brimming with joy. Zade was her boyfriend now. Everything had been worked out, and life was wonderful! What could possibly go wrong?
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Anton Lorenz
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The Circle Goes On...God Willin'.
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Post by Anton Lorenz on Jun 29, 2007 2:02:35 GMT -8
Anton, coming to school early? No way. Granted, he'd meshed into 259 perfectly; all things considered (like how he thought the place was a damn warzone, almost), he was merely a kid with dreadlocks who somehow was registered in the school with no previous records, with an odd fashion sense to boot. But he'd gotten no trouble yet in keeping to tight schedules & watching where he got himself involved.
So why the early entrance? It broke out of routine, of course; such was the case when you wanted to get some extra practice in. As mentioned above, Anton wasn't known for anything good or bad, partly due to him keeping grades & the like in check. But he felt as though he might be slipping in, of all classes, Home Ec. Worst part was, this was a guy who lived on his own. Thus, he stopped by the classroom to hopefully get some spare time in the kitchen with his teacher, who he (surprise!) tended to try & keep as little conversation with as possible. Anton would poke his head inside the classroom, checking to see who was inside, before sliding his way on in.
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