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Post by Izzy Broussard on Jan 10, 2011 13:49:00 GMT -8
Izzy had been walking around the school and found a nice patch of sunny grass that she thought was suitable. She spread out her blanket and sat down taking off her backpack. Her hands pulled out a notebook, coloring pencils, and a single small, worn book.
Izzy flipped through the pages as she often did with her favorite book. Lewis Carlos's Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass were her all time favorite books. She loved to read and reread them over and over. The notebook and color pencils were for if she felt like drawing people or things. Izzy really didn't know what she would feel like when she'd lay under the warm California sun. So, laying down on her stomach and putting in her ear buds she began reading while bobbing her foot along to the beat
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Post by Cecelia Young on Jan 16, 2011 14:09:45 GMT -8
Celia was walking along the grounds, searching for something to do. It was a cool California day, with a cloudless sky and bright sun, and a cool breeze moving the leaves across the ground and in the trees.
She was thinking about nothing in particular when she saw a girl that she didn't recognize sprawled out on the grass reading and listening to music. She didn't necessarily want to disturb her, so Celia walked over to a nearby tree and sat against it, figuring if the girl wanted to talk, she would, and if she didn't, she wouldn't.
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Post by Izzy Broussard on Jan 16, 2011 14:19:01 GMT -8
Izzy saw movement out the corner of her eye and looked up. There sat a girl, older than herself, against a tree. She wasn't sure but she thought she was looking at her. Squinting her eyes a bit, Izzy focused on the girl and suddenly heard a pleasant voice in her head.
I'll wait until she talks to me. I don't want to disturb her.
Giving a small giggle, Izzy sat up and closed her book, popped one ear bud out, and called to the girl,"Hello. I don't believe we've met." Her eyes scanned over the girls facial expressions and body language. She seemed friendly enough and Izzy could always use more friends even if it was to make her mother stop bugging. She was now curious as to who this girl was.
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Post by Cecelia Young on Jan 16, 2011 14:26:34 GMT -8
Sweet! Worked like a charm, Celia thought to herself when the girl spoke to her.
"No, I don't think we have met," she said aloud. "I'm Cecelia Young, and you are?" she asked. Celia was still resting against the tree in a nonchalant manner. She was able to look over the other girl a bit more clearly now- she was younger than Celia was, perhaps a freshman or sophomore? She wondered what book the girl had been reading, for Celia believed that one could tell a lot about someone by the books they read.
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Post by Izzy Broussard on Jan 16, 2011 14:55:00 GMT -8
Izzy smiled and folded her legs Indian style. "Izzy Cormier, nice to meet you," her southern accent put a bit of a twang on her words. The girl seemed to want to stay by the tree. "What grade are you in?" Izzy asked casually leaning back on her hands. She could feel the sun beat down on her. She wore only a tank top and some overalls she'd cut to make shorts. In the sun her eyes gleamed and she grid to tuck a curl behind her hair just to hav it fall back in her face.
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Post by Cecelia Young on Jan 16, 2011 15:00:59 GMT -8
"And you," Celia said. "I'm a senior," she told Izzy. "And yourself?"
As the cool breeze moved the leaves of the tree, their shadows danced across Celia's face.
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Post by Izzy Broussard on Jan 16, 2011 15:10:28 GMT -8
Izzy nodded in comprehension and said,"Sophmore but I look like and eight grader!" She laugh lightly and rolled her eyes at her shortness. Grabbing her knapsack, she took out a bottle of water and drank a sip. Then, her eyes glazed over and she got a vacant look on her face.
Izzy saw herself and Cecelia sitting on the grounds when a sudden gust of wind blow her book. Since it was so old and worn the pages went everywhere leaving nothing but the cover and a few flimsy pages.
Sucking in a breath of air, Izzy eyes shot to her favorite book as the wind started to blow and whip her hair around her face. Her arms reacher for it grabbing it as it went airborne for a few seconds. Holding it tightly to her chest, she fixed her hair and then looked at Cecelia nervously. She probably thinks I'm a freak. was the only thought that crossed her mind.
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Post by Cecelia Young on Jan 17, 2011 9:56:15 GMT -8
Celia furrowed her brow as Izzy suddenly grabbed her book as the wind blew. Shrugging it off, Celia asked Izzy, "What book are you reading?" She was still curious to get to know what Izzy was like and if the book she was reading was How to make a bomb or How to become the worlds greatest evil dictator with introductions by Adolf Hitler and Kim Jong-il, Celia would know pretty quickly exactly who Izzy was.
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Post by Izzy Broussard on Jan 17, 2011 18:06:07 GMT -8
Izzy gave Cecelia a curious look. It wasn't often someone failed to notice her vacant stair, but shrugging it off she smiled,"Alice in Wonderland. My favorite," she basically cued. She always got ditsy or airy when she talked about things she loved books, music, writing. Taking another sip of water, she tried to get a piece of hair out of her face.
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