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Post by Brett Staal on Mar 9, 2008 20:28:45 GMT -5
It was just one of those days. Brett had failed yet another test and his grade in Psychology was in danger of dropping to an all time low. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he crossed a large open space outside of the psychology classroom. Which, coincidentally, was the same area that housed his favorite spot on campus. If he needed anything just now. It was that spot.
Brett ducked inside the sweeping branches of the willow tree off to the far left of the building. It was secluded, which was what the blond senior needed just then. He just needed to get away from it all. He sighed and sat down at the base of the tree, tossing his backpack off to the side.
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Post by Rachel Carmichael on Mar 11, 2008 1:27:36 GMT -5
R A C H E L color the coast with your smile
The morning had gone by rather uneventfully for Rachel Carmichael, unless you count those ten stressful minutes she had spent searching frantically for her book report on The Picture of Dorian Gray, which she had worked on all night, that she thought she had lost in the cafeteria. By the time she finally remembered that she had left it in her car, she had managed to work up enough anxiety to feel the need for a few minutes to soothe her frazzled nerves. When it came to schoolwork, she had to admit she had a tendency to get easily agitated.
Bidding her friends goodbye for the moment, Rachel made her way out of the cafeteria and headed for the parking lot on the other side of the campus. Once outside, she crossed the grounds at a quick pace, but slowed down as soon as she saw her best friend Brett getting settled under his favorite tree. She had time for a quick hello, didn't 'she? Of course she does. She'll always have time for Brett.
Walking over, Rachel herself sat down right next to him without a word, then flashed him a smile. "The other trees are starting to get jealous, you know," she said. "They think there's some favoritism going on."
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Post by Brett Staal on Mar 12, 2008 18:48:07 GMT -5
Brett was thankful the long, sweeping willow branches shielded him from the view of the student body. Frankly, he didn't want to deal with anyone just then. He just felt... trapped. And when Brett was trapped, he read. Most people would have never guessed it, but he did.
Reaching over to his backpack, he slid out a thin, paperback novel. The Boys of Winter. His favorite. It was about the 1980 US Olympic Hockey Team's game against the Soviets. In his opinion, the greatest moment in sports. Ever.
The light tinkling of the willow branches caused him to look up and to slide the book off his lap. The last thing he needed right now was for someone to start spreading rumors that he was "reading". Cause, lets face it, everyone thought he got by just cause he was on the hockey team. But then, a familiar face slid into view. Rachel. He grinned at her momentarily before taking his gaze back to the book.
Those watching would think he was rude. But it was quite the contrary. Rachel and Brett had never really needed words to communicate. They had spent countless hours just sitting next to each other, doing absolutely nothing. But then she spoke. He laughed. Yeah, well. There is. He looked over at her.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 21:50:47 GMT -5
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