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Post by Kate Perselie on Dec 31, 2012 10:30:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0FFFF; border-left: #7FFFD4 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Now it's time to build up from the bottom of the pit, right to the top 
I walked into the Ice Cream Shop. Of course, that would be the place that I would head first after coming home from break. I was glad the shop was almost empty. Few people were as crazy as I was to have an ice cream on a day when snow was still on the ground. I needed some time to think. I ordered quickly. A chocolate shake seemed perfect for a day like this, and I eagerly swallowed a huge gulp. I chose a seat near a corner and sat. Did I want to be here? Being home had brought up a buttload of emotions. I missed my family so much. I didn't see any of my friends at home, but I lounged around the house with my family. Just like old times. It made me almost doubt my decision to be at Canterwood Crest. I loved it here, I really did. I knew that I was getting a good education, and I was getting better and better at riding, but somehow I still felt like something was missing. Friends. A little voice said in my head. Friends. I was friends with Sammie, the queen bee, who everyone seemed jealous of. I guess people were jealous of me too, just for being friends with her. Was that it? Sammie was the only person I could actually trust my secrets with. The only one that I could talk to in times of trouble, or when I really needed a friend. But she was the queen bee. And then I realized something. I was nobody. It made me want to cry. Instead, I took a huge drink of milkshake. And another. And another. My brain burned. I pressed my finger onto the bottom of my mouth, under my tongue, until the pain subsided. I took a breath and let it out in a sigh.
“Can I sit here?” Someone asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Go ahead.” I muttered, even though I didn't really want to sit with anybody at the moment. I looked up to see who wanted to sit with me.
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Post by Hanson Tate on Dec 31, 2012 10:42:08 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - We're JustMisguided Ghosts[/size][/font] Traveling Endlessly[/center] Hanson put his pen down, his eyebrow furrowing. He had 5 more math problems to do, and he was stumped. Eventually giving up, he grabbed his notebook and textbook and left his tiny dorm. He needed food to help clear his head. HE had already been to the Sweet Shoppe, and wasn't in the mood for pizza. He decided on the ice cream shop, a quaint shop only 20 steps away from the much busier sweet shoppe. Opening the door, it was practically empty, except for a few high schoolers doing homework, like him, and a pretty-looking girl drinking a milkshake. He ordered a vanilla ice cream and cautiously walked over to her. "Can I sit here?" he asked. She muttered a 'go head.' Hanson smiled and sat down across from her. "I'm Hanson." He said, opening his math book.
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Post by Kate Perselie on Dec 31, 2012 10:57:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0FFFF; border-left: #7FFFD4 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Now it's time to build up from the bottom of the pit, right to the top
I looked at the boy - Hanson. He was cute.
“I'm Kate.” I said, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
I didn't want him to think I was a loner, sitting by myself, angry with the world, so I smiled. I thought of possible scenarios. The different ways that this could play out.
“Are you new here?” I asked, trying to start a conversation.
YES! I talked to a boy without sounding like an idiot. So far, so good, I thought, rewarding myself with another sip of chocolate shake.
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Post by Hanson Tate on Dec 31, 2012 11:34:02 GMT -5
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Hanson smiled at the girl. "Nice to meet you Kate." He said, taking a bite of his ice cream. He nodded at her question. "Yup. I just got here, a couple days ago I guess." He said, looking at the girl. "How about you? How long have you been here?" He asked in a friendly tone.
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Post by Kate Perselie on Dec 31, 2012 13:42:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0FFFF; border-left: #7FFFD4 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]Now it's time to build up from the bottom of the pit, right to the top
“I just started this year. At the beginning though.” I told Hanson. "How do you like it so far?" I asked.
Today felt like my first day at Canterwood. I remembered it vividly. Coming back from break brought back the memories of first arriving to Canterwood. I knew how it felt to feel alone, like you didn't know anybody. I had moved 12 times, not counting coming to Canterwood, so I knew what it felt like to not know anybody.
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Post by Kate Perselie on Jan 3, 2013 20:16:31 GMT -5
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