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Post by pug on Jul 7, 2005 2:24:17 GMT
Alyson sat in her favorite cafe. Sitting there with Drake. It made her feel secure. She remeberede as kids they would spend time at each others houses and how right before she went to hogwarts he-. Her thoughts were inturpted by his voice. " Allie you stile there?'' He said joking. Stutarring she she spoke. " Um yeah. Sorry I was out of it. What?" She asked.
" I said I need to. See you later. bye girl. Is that o.k." He asked getting up. Alyson was screaming in her mind. No don't leave I need you here. Please. Instead she said " Sure. See ya." She said with a fake smile.
Turning back to her thoughts He told her he loved her but she din't return that feeling. And still din't. But she felt safe with him. She wanted to see a friendly face. She felt tears in her eyes. She asked her self the question. Why?
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Post by ghost on Jul 11, 2005 15:34:36 GMT
School wasn't even done yet and Zenia had started shopping for supplies for next year. She had finished buying new quills and was now looking for a seat at the nearby cafe. Standing there she looked around. She saw a no empty tables. Zenia stood there for a few minuets watching the people waiting for a seat to open up. She saw a girl in Hogwarts robes looking upset and distant, and the boy next to her looked at his watch and said something to the girl. The girl smiled nodded and watch him leave, she had a look of sadness in her eyes. Zenia felt sorry for the girl so she walked over. She stood there for a minuet then cleared her throat nd said
"Hello my name is Zenia Rogers. Do you mind if I sit here?"
he waited anxiously for the girls reply.
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Post by pug on Jul 17, 2005 2:15:51 GMT
Alyson felt a warm tear slip slowley down her soft cheek. The thought of losing her father or any family member for that matter frighnted her to... No she would not think about it. So her father fell of a tall building in Eygpt on a jod and broke his right arm and crackrd a few ribs and was in a concoision he was still her one and only wonderful daddy. The one who sat by her side when she was sick all night. The same one who stood fifiteen hours in line to get her the concert tickets she wanted. Yes of course he was always was gone to work but still did not change the fact she loved him. She had tooken him for grant for these years. Now he was close to death and she felt hopeless.
Again her thoughts werepopped likje a balloon. This time by a student about her age. Smiling again in her delicate smile she knew what came next her father's southern accent she inherted from him. It only came in intruductions. " Alyson Wekki. Sure sit down." She said sweetley. Her voice was coated in sugur.
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