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| AnnaMarie_Cullen | Feb 25 2009, 09:06 PM Post #1 |
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YES IT'S FINALLY DONE! Aaaaand there's a very noticable change in Katry, according to Nikki anyway. But, meh, I like it. I like the 'new' Kat. As usual, watch out for the language, but it's mild this time, I swear! And it's 11-ish pages. Long-ish, but it goes by kinda fast. Chapter 11: Gemma Two days later, I found myself sitting in the passenger seat of the beetle on my way to Churchill. I wasn’t in the greatest of moods, either. Mahra, who was driving, kept trying her hardest to cheer me up, but it was having no effect. The past two days had been Hell. Adhair had pissed me off so badly that I refused to talk to him, to even acknowledge he was in the same room with me. Mahra tried to get me to speak to him on more than one occasion, and especially this morning before we left the house. “Just tell him goodbye at least, Kat,” she pleaded with me when I flat out refused to even look Adhair in the eyes as I dragged my last bag out to the car. “No.” I said, adamantly. “Kat, you’re going to regret this you know.” I just shrugged and slammed the door. “So? The way he spoke to me, Mahra, that hurt. Okay? It freaking hurt. Nobody has ever spoken to me that way, and to hear him speak that way to me, it just tore me apart. He deserves to be punished.” Mahra turned her back to me and walked away, But who’s the one really getting punished, Katry? She asked me through magespeak. And here I was now, sitting in the car, finally regretting it. We had twenty minutes until we pulled onto school property and already I missed him. Mahra had been right in asking which of us I’d been punishing. I hadn’t been punishing Adhair, I’d been punishing myself. I wouldn’t see him again until fall break, and that was only for one week. In November. I hated myself right now. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket, trying to convince myself to call him, tell him I was sorry and that I loved him, but for some reason, I just couldn’t do it. I wanted him to apologize first. I was the one that initially got hurt and damn it, I was going to be the one to get the first apology. I didn’t care how long it took, either. Mahra glanced over at me and raised her eyebrows when she saw the phone in my hands. “You’re wanting to call him, aren’t you?” she asked quietly. “Maybe,” I replied. “I think you should. You’d feel a hell of a lot better if you called him.” I rolled my eyes and snorted. “How? By groveling over the phone and begging for forgiveness? No. I want his apology first. Then he can have mine.” Mahra just sighed. “Jordan would want you to call him.” Damn her. She knew Jordan was my one sore spot. Knew that by telling me exactly what Jordan would want from me, she could most likely get me to do it. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose as my final goodbye to my brother flashed through my mind. I’d been in tears the whole time. Torn between wanting to stay with him in the hospital, and wanting to leave the wretched place as quickly as possible. Mahra held my hand as I stood by his bedside, running my fingers of my free hand through the few tufts of hair still poking out of the bandages on his head. It was all I would allow myself to touch of him. I couldn’t get attached, couldn’t let myself break down any more than I already was. “He’ll be fine, Kat. The doctors will look after him,” Mahra told me, though at first I hadn’t heard her as my sobs were getting louder. “I… I’m just so scared, Mahra. What if he doesn’t pull through this? What if I lose my brother?” “They’ll figure something out, okay? The doctors will try everything they can to bring him back, I promise you that.” I looked at her through my tears, really looked at her as she spoke those words. She looked crestfallen, mournful, like she didn’t really believe herself. I felt sorry for her in that moment. They had nothing like Adhair and I did, but I knew that both Jordan and Mahra cared for one another more than they let on, more than they outwardly showed. She was hurt just as badly as I was, just as scared for him. I glanced away when I saw her eyes fill with tears. “I hope so,” was all I said to her. Mahra squeezed my hand and led me out the door. “Let’s go home,” she said quietly. I sighed aloud as the memory faded away, faded back into its place in my mind. I looked once more at the cell phone in my hands and ran a hand through my hair, once again trying to decide if I should call Adhair. I twirled a lock of hair through my fingers as I repeatedly typed in and then deleted his number over and over again. I just couldn’t do it, couldn’t bring myself to be the one to apologize first. I wasn’t like that, and I had no intentions of changing my ways now; not even for the man I loved. I grumbled and snapped my phone shut, then tossed it onto the dashboard where it preceded to slide off and onto the floor. I didn’t bother to pick it up, just pushed it aside with my foot as I turned my head to look out the window. It was a nice day outside, just a few clouds in the sky, and the surrounding fields were incredibly green in the late summer afternoon. I ignored the fact that the air conditioner was on and pushed the button to roll down my window. I breathed in deeply when it was down, breathed in the scents of fresh mowed grass and sweet wildflowers. I even smelled cows out there somewhere, but I couldn’t see them. I loved it out here, away from the city where all I could normally smell was car exhaust and smog, nasty smells that made me sneeze and cough. Out here, the air was fresh and clean, with the occasional whiff of manure, but still very clean and refreshing. I especially loved the smell of the air around Churchill . Set on thirty acres of woodlands, there were trees everywhere; oaks, maples, pines, firs, and cedars. It was the most incredible scent in the world. I loved opening my window in the morning and sticking my head close to the screen and breathing in the scents. The first and strongest scent was always that of the cedars, with their tangy sweetness they tickled my nose. Then came the maples and oaks, their scents subtle and mellow. And last were the firs and pines, barely there, but still strong enough to add in the musky smell that distinguished them from the others. Thinking about the trees and their smell instantly brought on thoughts of Adhair. He smelled woodsy too, like the forest after a quick summer rain shower, right as the sun broke through the clouds. I shook my head to clear my thoughts before anything else about him could break through and thought about something else, some other smell that I liked. I smiled to myself when I realized that my favorite smell at Churchill was the smell of the soccer stadium. Standing in the middle of the field, the bleachers around me and the thick, springy, sweet-smelling grass under my feet, I could smell victory on that field, smell blood and tears and sweat. I could smell loss too, smell all of it. Nighttime, though, that was the best time to be on the soccer field, smell the dew in the air as the sun set, smell the chill that rolled across the grounds, waiting to cool the team off as we finished a game. It was an amazing scent, one I loved and never wanted to forget. There were other scents and places I loved too. Like the track and the tennis courts, but their smells were different, more musky and thick than sweet. Then there was the stables, the smell of horses and manure, leather and tack cleaner. The cleaner always stung my nose whenever I walked in the doors, but the smells of horse fir and soap mixed well and made for a more tangy scent than a nasty one. “Hey space case,” Mahra said, jolting me from my thoughts, “we’re almost there!” I shook my head and glanced around, looking for the tell-tale trees and wrought iron gates that would give the grounds away. Sure enough, there they were, just a few miles off in the distance. “Wow, I really was spacing wasn’t I?” I asked sheepishly. Mahra giggled and nodded. “Yeah, but the look on your face, you looked so at-ease, so peaceful that I couldn’t bear to bother you. I figured you deserved to have a moment of peace before the mess we have to endure in a few minutes.” I nodded my thanks and went back to staring out the window, enjoying the subtle changes I saw. Finally, Mahra was pulling through the gates and into the grounds. I looked around and saw students everywhere: Freshman and sophomores being dropped off by their parents, juniors and seniors getting out of their cars and dragging their stuff to their dorms. There were even a few buses here already, bringing in kids from the airport back in Boston; kids who came from all over the States and other countries too. Churchill had a diverse student body and we prided ourselves on that. I even saw a few of my teachers from last year, hassled looks already plastered on their face from dealing with Frosh parents, answering ridiculous questions from concerned mothers and pointing out dorms and other buildings to students who either somehow forgot where they were or just didn’t know. I felt sorry for those teachers. The stress they had to deal with. But it was their job and obviously they loved it or they wouldn’t be here putting up with us year after year. “So Kat, what dorm are we in again?” Mahra questioned, slowing down to let a few kids cross the street ahead of us. I picked up the information folder off the floorboard and flipped through it. “Chattler Hall, on the east side of the main building,” I read. She grumbled and pulled into the nearest parking lot to turn around. “It would figure that I would turn in the wrong direction.” I just laughed and shook my head, forgetting once again that she had no idea of her way around the grounds like I did. I hoped for her sake they had put us in the same classes. I’d hate for her to get lost here, and it definitely wasn’t that hard to. Sometimes even I still needed the map they handed out to us at freshman orientation. We finally found our dorm room and parked in the parking space that was designated for us. Thankfully I’d remembered to ask for one, since it seemed as if everyone else in Chattler Hall had driven themselves here. There was one hell of an array of cars. Everything from a late eighties, sort of beat up red Honda to a brand new blue Mustang. I felt a pang of envy when I saw that another girl here drove the exact same model Volvo I used to drive. It was even the exact same shiny black color. I sighed and looked away before the sight of the car could bring up any memories I had of the night we crashed. The doctors kept telling me I wouldn’t remember much, that I had hit my head pretty damned hard when I slammed into the wheel, but it still felt funny knowing there was an entire night that I had almost no memory of. The last thing I could clearly remember before waking up in the hospital was walking out the front door and getting into the car, Adhair sliding in next to me and Mahra and Jordan clambering into the backseat behind me. I remembered nothing else. No, that was a lie, I remembered the initial impact, but that was it. I remember the terror I felt as the car started to spin, nothing more. All I had were Adhair’s memories, and his were scary enough. Seeing the crash through his eyes had been scary, terrifying. I was glad I couldn’t remember my own thoughts and emotions from that night. I doubt I’d be very functional if I could. I did, however, remember Adhair’s thoughts, and that brought my attention back around to him. The way he acted after I woke up in the hospital, like he thought I’d died, like he thought he had lost me forever. I felt so horrible, so bad for putting him through that. The way he had defended me though, against the paramedic and his nasty little thoughts brought a smile to my face. I doubt even Jordan would have had the nerve to walk up and punch the medic like that. I quickly remembered that I was pissed at him and wiped the smile off my face, thinking instead of what I’d seen in his head in place of him. What scared me the most was how I’d seen myself through his eyes; bloody, covered in scratches and glass, my forehead gashed open from the steering wheel, a goose egg rising from my skin. I brushed my fingertips across where the bump still was, it was definitely less noticeable, but still hurt like a bitch. But that wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was the hot pink cast encasing my left arm. I was due to wear the damned thing for another four weeks. That meant for the first four weeks of soccer season, I had to be extra careful not to get my arm jostled by the other players, or even the ball itself. Hell, I wondered if coach would even let me play. He already hated that I had to spend two practices a week off the field for cross country. He definitely wasn’t going to be happy about my arm. But I would worry about his moodiness later. The man PMSed like a woman and I’m sure I could use my Katryanna Martin charm to make him see my side of things. It’s not like he probably didn’t already know anyway. The newspapers and television were still running the occasional story, asking anyone who recognized the abandoned vehicle to call in to the police. But I knew they’d never get a call. I knew whose car that was, whose car had been abandoned on the side of the road after slamming into me and my friends. Becca James‘. I hated her for it. I couldn’t understand why she wanted to hurt any of us, hurt me. I’d certainly done nothing to upset her, except dislike her and the way she looked at both Adhair and Jordan as if they were prizes she could win at the fair. And if she had tried to hurt me for that simple reason alone, then she could go to Hell and stay there for all I cared. “Katry!” Mahra’s voice startled me. I jumped and turned to look at her. “Jesus, M! Scare me!” She giggled. “Well damn girl, I’ve been trying to get your attention for almost a minute! Are you going to just sit there, or are we going to drag our crap up four floors to our room?” I groaned when I remembered the elevators wouldn’t be running until the next day. Stupid maintenance workers. “Ugh, yeah, let’s take the heavy stuff first,” I suggested. “The only things I would dub as heavy are the mini fridge and your giant suitcase. Hell, I’m surprised we fit all our stuff back there!” I took a glance behind us and saw our stuff piled completely to the roof, the back window almost completely obscured. “Hm,” I started, “Maybe we’ll be bringing in the heavy stuff last.” Mahra rolled her eyes at me. “No, really. You think?” she replied sarcastically. I stuck my tongue out at her, “On occasion!” Mahra just shook her head and got out of the car, pushing the seat forward to grab the first available bag she could reach, which coincidentally, was not hers, but mine. She obviously hadn’t the faintest idea how far away the nearest mall was, otherwise the poor beetle would be really crammed with stuff. Either that or she just didn’t need as much as I did and most likely she didn’t. I was the one doing multiple sports, plus orchestra again this year. I did triple the amount of extracurricular activities as any other student and somehow still managed to maintain a 4.0 GPA. I got out of the car too and grabbed my backpack full of supplies and my violin case. No sense leaving it out here unattended where someone could easily take it. Mahra and I walked side-by-side up the path leading to the double doors that opened into the dorm lobby. Inside it was just like any other lobby, the corner to the left of the door held a desk for the female security guard posted there after school hours. The left of the door held the mailboxes assigned to each dorm, a tall wall of metal boxes attached to the walls. Directly across from the doors sat the two elevators and next to them the staircases which led to the upper floors. And the walls in between held doorways that led to the common rooms. I shifted my violin case in my hand and opened the info packet again, looking for information on where the Residence Assistant was housed, since she had all the sets of keys Mahra and I would need. I skimmed through the papers until I saw that she was on the first floor, dorm number one. Well that was easy enough to remember. I walked toward one of the staircases and began climbing, already wishing the elevators were up and running. I was still a little weak from the crash and I doubted I could make it up these stairs too many more times before my body gave out. Mahra saw the chagrined look on my face and started to open her mouth. “I’ll be fine, it’s just stairs. I need to tone up anyway. All that laying around for the past week or so has really killed my stamina!” I joked. Mahra, however, didn’t look convinced, but shrugged and followed behind me. When we reached the R.A.’s door, we found it open and walked in, softly knocking on the doorjamb as we did. In no time at all, a girl with dark red hair and glasses poked her head out of the private bathroom and grinned at us. She was pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. Her eyes were big and doe-like behind her thin framed glasses, a few freckles smattered across her nose and cheeks. Her lips were gently curved into a permanent innocent smile. She was small framed, obviously not an athlete of any kind. I glanced around the room and saw drawings, paintings and sketches plastered on the wall. She was an artist, a good one too. I saw a painting of a couple entwined around each other, kissing, running their hands across each others’ bodies. My thoughts flew once more to Adhair and I. I hadn’t even looked at him or kissed him in the past two days. I felt bad, but not horrible enough to call him and apologize just yet. I ripped my gaze from the painting and looked around the room again. My eye was drawn particularly to a watercolor of a girl running, kicking a soccer ball in front of her, her long black ponytail whipping behind her in the wind. I looked closer and realized that the girl was me. At first I was startled, then honored that she had drawn me. The girl followed my gaze and when I looked at her, I saw a blush creeping across her cheeks. “I... I saw the way you played during state championships last year, and it inspired me. I hope you don’t mind, Katry,” she stammered, obviously embarrassed. I gave her a big smile and shook my head. “No, not at all! It’s amazing, actually. And the colors are so vibrant!” She beamed at me and then walked over to shake my hand. “I’m Gemma Sterling,” she said as she pumped my fist. “You can call me Gem if you want, everyone else does. And I know who you are! The legendary Katryanna Martin.” I laughed when she called me legendary. But it was true, everyone seemed to know who I was. Sometimes it was a curse, sometimes a blessing. “Hello then, Gemma,” I replied. “This is my cousin Mahra Sanders. She’s on exchange this year. Mahra shifted the box so she could shake Gemma’s hand too. “Really now?” Gemma asked. “Where are you on exchange from?” “East Sussex,” Mahra said in a perfect British accent, giving truth to the lie. “Over in England.” “That’s so cool!” Gemma exclaimed, rocking up and down on the balls of her feet like a child, her hair bouncing gently on her shoulders. I could tell already that I was going to like Gemma. She had a bubbly personality and seemed like she’d make a great friend. “Oh gosh!” Gemma blurted out suddenly. “You guys should sit for a minute! I can’t believe I’m making you stand there and hold your stuff all day. Oh my gosh I’m such a horrible R.A.! Why they even gave me the job!” She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and ran over to her bed, pushing a mountain of stuff aside to make room for us to sit. I set my violin case on the floor and took a deep breath. Instantly I smelled lavender incense and some sort of fruity body spray. It was rather calming and I liked it. I took another breath and tried to hold onto the smell. Gemma tossed both Mahra and I juice bottles from her mini fridge and pulled her desk chair over to sit in front of us. “So you guys already know the elevators are down until tomorrow right? I am so sorry about that. I was lucky I got my stuff here before they scheduled maintenance on them. It would have been bad enough bringing all this up one flight of stairs, but you guys have to go four flights of stairs. Yuck.” I laughed and took a big gulp of my juice, the taste of sweet, ripe apples filling my mouth as I swallowed. “Eh, it’ll help get me back in shape for the cross country and soccer season,” I joked. Mahra shook her head at me, “Yes, but some of us have no need to be ‘in shape’ for anything as the only extracurricular activities we have are yearbook and newspaper.” “Yeah, and I’m on yearbook staff too. Who do you think took those kick-ass pictures of the Varsity guys soccer team last year?” Gemma’s eyes widened and she giggled. “You mean the ones after practice where they’re all shirtless and the sweat is practically rolling of those hot chests of theirs?” I beamed, proud of myself. “Hell yes! It was a pain to get those too, I had to sneak into the stadium and hope like hell their coach didn’t catch me.” Mahra snorted. “Like sneaking around is so difficult for you to do!” I plastered a mock look of hurt across my face and clutched at my heart. “You kill me, Mahra, you really kill me with that one!” Both Gemma and Mahra picked up a pillow off Gemma’s bed and hit me with them simultaneously. I covered my head with my arms and ducked my head as they kept hitting me with the pillows. “Guys, guys!” I called out through my laughter. “I’m sorry, Kat,” Mahra said innocently. “I couldn’t resist smacking you with this pretty purple pillow. It was too good a chance to pass up!” I made a face at her. “Yeah, yeah.” Gemma giggled again threw her pillow back on the bed. “So, anyway, you guys need your keys don’t you? Thankfully you’re the last set of girls to check in, so I won’t make the mistake of giving you the wrong room and mail keys like I’ve done so many other times today!” She got up and walked over to her desk and picked up two key rings: one each for Mahra and I. I held out my hand and she dropped them into my open palm. “The smaller one is the mailbox key. You guys are box number, um, 40 I think. It says so on the key. The bigger is obviously your room key. Now if you lose your dorm key, I have a spare… somewhere in this mess. But if you lose your mail key, you have to call maintenance. So I would suggest not losing it.” I nodded in agreement. Maintenance guys were notoriously unreliable around here. It could take days or even a week or two to get a new mail key. I knew from experience; I’d lost mine last year and had to wait two whole weeks before getting a replacement. It wasn’t a mistake I was about to repeat. Gemma continued, “Also, common room B is strictly for quiet time this year. They took the big screens out and put them in common room A. Apparently they think we’ll actually use one of the common rooms for studying this year, though it’s highly unlikely. And since I’m the one who’s supposed to enforce that rule, I can’t really see it happening. I mean, look at me! Who’d take little ole me seriously?” She raised her eyebrow over her glasses and look at us, giving us a small smile. I had to agree. She was so tiny, nobody was going to take her seriously. Then again, if we had anyone who actually liked to study then they’d probably enforce the rule themselves. I personally didn’t care. I had my wireless and laptop and preferred to study in my room or the library. The common rooms had a reputation for making it harder to study anyway. “Well, I should probably let you two get back to being pack mules for your own things! I’ll see you at dinner, okay?” She said as we stood up and started toward the hallway. “Definitely,” Mahra told her. I nodded in agreement. Once we were on the next flight of stairs, Mahra dropped the faux accent. “I really like her. She’s quite…” “Bubbly?” I finished. “Very! It’s kind of catching. I wonder if we’ll be in any classes together?” Mahra wondered aloud. I shrugged, already breathing hard from walking up the last flight of steps. Once we reached the landing, I stopped for a minute and held onto the wall, catching my breath for a second while Mahra looked down each hallway to see where our room was. When she found our room, she came back to me and pulled me down the right-hand hallway to the very end of the hall. We had a corner room, just like Jill promised. Good, that meant we’d have twice as many windows, twice as much natural light. I stuck the key into the lock and turned it and the knob, pushing the door open and stepping inside. Our dorm was actually quite large, one of the advantages of being upper-classmen. Instead of bunks we had two separate beds. One against the wall directly to my left and one across from it on the wall opposite. The wall to the immediate right of the door held two wardrobes and the door to the private bathroom that I was to share with Mahra. Another perk of being a junior or senior: private bathrooms. So much better than the community ones frosh and sophomores got. I kind of felt sorry for them, really. The walls of the room were painted a calming pastel blue and we had hardwood floors instead of laminate tile like the lower-class dorms. Good thing I brought my rugs though, cold wood on your feet in the morning is the one thing I don’t like about hardwood flooring, and I’d never get used to it. “So, which bed do you want?” Mahra asked me. I pointed to the far one and walked over to it, setting my bag and case down on the bare mattress. “Works for me, I doubt I’d be able to handle the window above my head!” I laughed and walked over to the bathroom, opening the door. Inside was a simple white counter with two sinks, a toilet and a shower stall. I blushed as a sudden image of Adhair and I in that very same shower together popped into my head. I imagined the way the water would roll off his skin; the way I’d run my hands up his abs and chest and then down his arms, wrapping them around my waist and standing on tip toes to kiss him while pushing him under the water. I stopped myself there. No way did I need to think about that sort of thing just now. I glanced around the bathroom again, keeping my brain clear of any thoughts of Adhair and I in it together. The little room was modest, but nice. Although the lack of tub was going to suck, again. I hated having to ice my body in the training room after practices, I liked being able to do it in privacy. But then again, the cost of adding a tub to a dorm room was probably ridiculous, and no doubt the school had decided it needed the money elsewhere. I walked over to my bed, flopping backward onto it before locking my hands behind my heads and stretching out. Suddenly I remembered the last time I’d been in a bed with Adhair, how good it felt to have his arms wrapped around me, holding me close, kissing me, loving on me. I was going to miss that, and even though I was angry, I couldn’t deny it. I would miss his touch, his kisses, his voice, everything about him. I sighed as I realized once again that I wouldn’t get to see him until November. Maybe I should just call him and apologize first. I mulled the thought over in my mind for a few seconds before telling myself otherwise; I still wanted his apology first. I’d done nothing wrong. Before I could convince myself otherwise, I turned my attention back to Mahra, asking the first question that popped into my brain. “Ah, a new school year is upon us, Mahra. Are you excited?” Mahra glanced at me with a funny look on her face. “Kat, it’s been years since I’ve gone to school, I’m beyond excited. It’s like a whole new adventure!” I gave her a funny look. “Please tell me that entire sentence was sarcasm.” She looked back at me. “Not at all. And besides, I had tutors for school the last time. Tutors. I’ve never been in a classroom setting before. It should be fun!” “I give you two weeks before you hate it.” Mahra chuckled and threw her flip flop at my head. “Hey!” I exclaimed, then picked it up and tossed it back to her. “We should start bringing our stuff up. You have orintation tomorrow and I have pre-school meetings for yearbook and orchestra. If we don’t get everything mostly set up today, we’ll never get it done.” Mahra grumbled and rolled her eyes again. “Oh joy. Let’s go.” Six trips and two hours later found Mahra and I in the room unpacking our stuff. I realized, once it was all out of its boxes and bags, that Mahra actually had brought almost as much with her as I did, she just did a much better job packing it than I had. I was envious. The girl could fit her entire dresser into a large duffel bag while it had taken me two just to get my clothes packed for the year. And that was packing lightly. I was almost done putting the last of my posters on the wall above my bed when Gemma came knocking at our door. “Hey guys just checking in, making sure you don’t need anything!” She looked down at the floor sheepishly. I instantly got the feeling that she was actually more lonely than anything and so I invited her inside. She took one look at my posters and squealed. “Oh my gosh, is that David Beckham? He’s only like-” Mahra cut her off, “ The hottest soccer player on the face of the earth?” Gemma giggled, “Well, yeah.” She said, blushing. “We couldn’t agree more,” I said, a big smile on my face. Mahra rolled her eyes at me. You have a boyfriend, you know, Mahra reminded me in magespeak. Yeah, but I can look! I exclaimed. “So anyway, are you guys hungry? Dinner starts in like a half an hour and I was wondering if you wanted to head to the mess hall together?” A blush rose on Gemma’s cheeks and it made me wonder if she even had many friends. She had a great outward personality, but it seemed as if she didn’t interact much with others. I felt sorry for her. I was determined to bring her out of the shell I could tell she hid in any other time. I glanced at Mahra who nodded. “I’m starving, let’s go!” “Great!” Gemma said. I walked up to her and linked elbows with her, which was actually a little difficult as she was a good four inches shorter than I was, but we managed. I pasted a big grin on my face and turned my head to wink at Mahra. ‘We’re off to see the wizard!” I started to sing. “The wonderful wizard of Oz!” Gemma and Mahra both finished as we skipped down the hallway together, our arms linked with one another’s. |
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| Moonphases | Feb 25 2009, 09:40 PM Post #2 |
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It's really good dani! REALLY GOOD! |
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| AnnaMarie_Cullen | Feb 25 2009, 09:41 PM Post #3 |
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Thank you! I <3 GEMMA! She rocks my socks. |
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| Moonphases | Feb 25 2009, 09:46 PM Post #4 |
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She rocks mine, too! |
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| AnnaMarie_Cullen | Feb 25 2009, 10:21 PM Post #5 |
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Gemme is going to be fun to write. |
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| Moonphases | Feb 25 2009, 11:23 PM Post #6 |
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I would think so. |
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| AnnaMarie_Cullen | Feb 25 2009, 11:27 PM Post #7 |
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She is! She's so BUBBLY!!! NONE of Kat's other friends are bubbly. 'Cept maybe the twins. |
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| Moonphases | Feb 26 2009, 12:36 AM Post #8 |
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Yeah. . . Bubbly is GOOD. Every story needs a bublly character somewhere, I think. .. |
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| AnnaMarie_Cullen | Feb 26 2009, 12:37 AM Post #9 |
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Yes, even the angst filled stories!!! |
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| Moonphases | Feb 26 2009, 02:09 AM Post #10 |
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Yep. Even the angst filled stories. You need some one to lighten the gloom and doom;. |
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