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« Thread Started on May 24, 2009, 7:48pm »

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It was a warm sunny day, and unfortunately Hailey decided she needed to work on a paper that was due the next day. She had barely started it yet so she figured it might be a good idea to start it now. Hailey burst through the front door of the school, having just finished yet another school day. She would have rather gone home and just lay around for a while, but the paper had been haunting her for a couple of days now and she needed to get it done. Before continuing her walk to the library, she searched in her bag for a pair of sunglasses and slipped then over her eyes to shade them from the sun. Sticking her hands in the pockets of her well worn jeans, she started on her short walk.

There were only a few more feet left before she would reach the front steps of the library and she wasn’t looking forward to it. Even though she got okay grades in school, she mostly left all her papers and projects until last minuet which would end up with her being swamped with work by the end of the week. Walking up the steps to the library, she shifted the weight of the bag on her shoulder so she could open the door with one hand.

Standing inside the door, she pulled off her sunglasses and wondered where she should start. Well it might be good if she found a spot to sit since it would take her a couple of hours to finish the history paper and she would probably end up staying up till the wee hours of the night trying to make it some what decent. Walking over to a table near the back, Hailey dropped her bag to the floor and let out a frustrated sigh, she really didn’t want to write a paper but who really does?

Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket, she checked for any missed messages or calls still trying to avoid starting the paper. She put her phone back in her pocket and started looking at all the books that might help her. Every so often she would pull out a book that looked loaded with information, but a couple seconds later it would be put back in its original spot almost as if she hadn’t touched it at all. After of couple minuets of searching Hailey spotted one book that looked like it would be some what helpful. Of course it had to be on the top shelf where she could barely reach it even when she was standing on her tip toes. A couple unsuccessful tries, she managed to grab the corner of the book to pull it down, too bad it fell to the ground before she could get a hold of it.




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« Reply #1 on May 24, 2009, 11:12pm »


Yeah right, Chaz... Isabella would be laughing at you at this moment, seeing you actually studying on, oh what subject was it again? Oh, ART! Not like you are a three year old at those stupid restaurants Americans go to who can barely control their kid and have to entertain them on wax coloring things...

His massive fingers flipped though page after page in the art book. He was... Honestly enjoying himself. Normally he suffered in silence, how terribly quick his mind tended to race and jump around. It would jump to anything, the night Isabella was killed, to when he would be painting her smiling face in the moon light after fresh love making... At then he'd have to hide somewhere, let his tears roll down his eyes silently. That was the suffering.

He licked his finger a little, turning the page to let his watery blue eyes view the picture of people dancing with large legs and breast, and in general just large people. His spiked blond head grew slightly closer to the page and he almost jumped, his hand dashing for the knife he always and forever kept in his pocket and looked to see what the cause of the slamming sound was...

A girl? No it wasn't like he had never seen on... It was the fact she looked oddly enough like Isabella. (And in truth she does.) He put a piece of paper in the book, the paper giving what he HAD to order for a car that day and set the book on the table. He walked over to Hailey and bend down. The man's shoulders seemed to be pure, untouched by time or teenage years. Well he was well past that stage, being 23 years old already, being engaged and getting his fiance pregnant, then watching his pregnant fiance die with their son, it was a surprise he had yet to kill himself even, "You dropped this?" He asked in a strong Russian accent.

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