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Post by Carmela Vigil on May 19, 2012 11:27:36 GMT -5
  With the glowing prospect of summer lodged in her head, Carmela though mostly called Carmel stumbled down the courtyard. Perhaps not glowing per say. More like burning, firing, infuriating, ect.
Carmel was melting like a Popsicle over here. She longed for Drifting Memory, her horse. However, she didn't dare to go to the stables. Memory didn't need to go out in heat like this. Shading her eyes from the near blinding sun, Carmel looked for a spot of shade.
Growing up a foster child in California, you would think that she was a pretty tough kid. However Carmel was as fragile as a flower, beautiful, but could be easily crushed.
Her eyes located The Slice. The Slice! Of course. Air conditioning and the alluring thought of a Coke drew her to the little restaurant. She sighed with relief as she walked in. A waitress led her to a little table in the back, seated for two. Carmel smiled her thanks and asked for a Coke. Within seconds, she was enjoying one, blowing bubbles with her straw into the dark liquid. The chair in front of her squeaked and Carmel looked up to see who was joining her. Friend or Foe?
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Post by sammie on May 19, 2012 11:50:33 GMT -5
OOC: What does WIP stand for?
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Post by Carmela Vigil on May 19, 2012 11:56:06 GMT -5
OOC: Writing In Progress- it means that its not done yet
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Post by sammie on May 19, 2012 12:03:14 GMT -5
I brush through my hair, putting on a gorgeous red velvet coat with dark washed, pre-ripped skinny jeans and tall, black designer boots. I french braid my hair down my back, and I look chic and amazing. I pull out my phones, answering a few texts before pocketing it again. Then, I leave my dorm, heading to the slice. I go inside and see an empty seat, small vanilla milkshake in hand. I look at the girl (Carmela) sitting there. She's very pretty and looks nice. I smile at her. "This seat taken?"
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Post by Carmela Vigil on May 19, 2012 12:09:52 GMT -5
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Post by sammie on May 19, 2012 12:12:06 GMT -5
I smile at her. "Thanks" I say. I wasn't about to ask why she was blowing bubbles in her drink, it didn't bother me in the least. "I'm Sammie, by the way. This is my first day." I pause. "Seems like there's lot's of newbies around." I say
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Post by Carmela Vigil on May 19, 2012 12:17:41 GMT -5
I bit back another smiled at her. I'm Carmel. I told her. The air condition blew a breath of frigid air at my neck. I have noticed that also. Its going to take a while to figure out everyone's names. I joked.
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Post by sammie on May 19, 2012 13:03:03 GMT -5
I laugh, my eyes warm. I look around the room, observing all of the people. "You must be really popular here" I say to her nicely.
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Post by Carmela Vigil on May 21, 2012 18:58:51 GMT -5
I shrugged, not really sure how to respond to what she had said. I guess so, I mean, I have been here for a while now. I tried to explain
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Post by sammie on May 21, 2012 19:00:33 GMT -5
I nod. I can tell she's having trouble forming words. "So, do you have a horse?"
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Post by Carmela Vigil on May 21, 2012 19:15:55 GMT -5
Taking another slip of my almost empty coke, I smiled at her question. Yeah an Arabian. Her name's Memory; she's a big sweetie. I told her.
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Post by sammie on May 21, 2012 19:20:10 GMT -5
I nod, smiling, eyes interested and friendly. "That's so cool. I love Arabians- my Mother owns this huge gray arab and she's gorgeous." I tell Carmela, twisting my hair around my index finger.
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Post by Carmela Vigil on May 22, 2012 18:03:51 GMT -5
I grinned at what she said about the horse her mother owns. That's so cool! I'm the only one in my family who rides; all of my foster siblings do the 'regular' sports. Like soccer and softball. I explained to her, touching briefly on being a foster kid.
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Post by sammie on May 22, 2012 18:18:11 GMT -5
I nod. I can't believe it, this girl is SO like me! "That's so cool. My Mom loves riding and so does my older sister. " I pause. "Midnight is the first horse I've ever rightfully owned. I work my butt off at home to pay for him but my Mom really helps. I guess bringing him here was a relief."I smile tiredly.
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Post by Carmela Vigil on May 22, 2012 23:41:28 GMT -5
I took another big slip of soda and smiled at what she said about her mother and sister. Aw thats cool. I said, without realizing that I had repeated myself. Claire, my foster mom, she um, I went through my brain, trying to find a way to put it. When I got accepted into Canterwood, she pretty much gave me Memory. I said. With horror, I realized that I sounded like a spoiled brat. But I have to take care of her by myself. Its taught me a ton of responibitles. I blushed, in spite myself.
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