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Post by Blaine Dubrois on Sept 7, 2012 18:20:59 GMT -5
  "And no longer, will you be on my mind. Because now, you're just gone." I sang softly, strumming the guitar that I had in my hands. It had been only a day since I had arrived here, and I didn't want to spend time in my dorm room, where I had nobody rooming with me yet, me being one of the newer transfer students. I didn't like it at all. Transfer student from the middle of Scotland, having almost no one to talk to. It felt awkward, to me, as I sat here running a hand through my recently bleached streak of blonde and black hair. "That was always nice. Are you going to sing again?" A voice asked from behind him.
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Post by Bella Marshall on Sept 7, 2012 18:45:01 GMT -5
I walked by the media center and had heard a voice. I backed backwards and spied in. I saw a guy with a guitar. I waited a couple seconds before clapping and walking in. "that was always nice. Are you going to sing again?" I smiled at him. He turned around I saw his face. He was cute.
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Post by Blaine Dubrois on Sept 9, 2012 16:30:54 GMT -5
My jaw clenched as I saw another person in the room, and my heart hardened, trying to ignore the prickling fear of someone else hearing me. I've never done well with confrontation. No." I said, rather strictly and strongly, almost uncharictaristictly. "Sorry but my concert isn't until next wekk." I said with an awkward grimmace on my face, trying to make a joke, (though positively failing, I'd assume).
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