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Post by Quinn on Oct 5, 2011 18:51:11 GMT -5
A girl around the age of 12 walked into the room calmly, but if you looked closely at her you could tell that she was about to burst with anger. Why the hel would my parents send me here? No other kids' parents had hated them! Why couldn't she be like every other freaking person here?" She realized that while she was lost in thought, She had sat on the only other person there's bed. It said Camilla above it. She sounds nice. I don't think I will like her. She looked around, as her eyes darted every other corner, Her ears were listening to every rustle of wind, every twig that broke. Sometimes hearing things that well was a gift and a curse. She finished looking around and decided that nothing here was out of the ordinary, and or dangerous. Of course, she had only been there a day, but hey. At least she knew what the rest of her life looked like. She got up and sat on a bed near the window. Or soon to be right next to it. She pushed the bed closer to the window. But as she was lost in thought, Something brought back her attention. She heard somebody right outside of the door to her cabin.
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Post by Camilla on Oct 6, 2011 7:05:42 GMT -5
The creaky door opened and a soft singing voice entered filled the noiseless cabin. A figure stepped in. She had long golden hair the flowed freely down her back, white gloves, and a white dress. This figure had beautiful violet eyes and a perfect tan. In her right gloved hand, held a Daisey. Camilla's favorite flower. She drifted, not literally, torwards her bed. She set the pretty flower on her feather pillow and turned torwards the new girl. Her eyes glittered with warmth. "Hello." Her voice was soft and quiet, Quinn barley heard yet she was attracted to the voice. It hypnotized her. Absent-mindly she picked up her wireless microphone and fiddled with it.
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Post by Quinn on Oct 16, 2011 15:48:11 GMT -5
The girl didn't even want to dignify the girl with a response. She averted her eyes to the window. It was fall here, so the trees were shades of brown and yellow and red. Everything here was beautiful, yet boring at the same time. She lifted her guitar case and walked out of the cabin. When she got to the forest, she sat at the base of an oak tree and looked up. She strummed her guitar gracefully, then looked away. Nothing would be the same anymore. She lightly sang the tune she played on her giutar.
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