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Post by Carleen Simpson on Jun 12, 2008 21:44:48 GMT -5
Carleen walked up the stairs to the attic. With each step was a creek sound from the old steeps that she walked on. She was sent up from her art teacher to find a box full of paint. Her hand brushed against the wall, in search for a light some place, but could not find one but instead found a cob web. She pulled her hand back quickly and shook her hand free of the web. Eww. She had said when she first touched the web. She had reached the top of the stairs and opened the door. The door sounded like it had came from an old horror movie. She opened the door and went inside.
Once inside she found a light. The room was filled with boxes. Now how am I supposed to find that freakin' box? She had said to herself. Carleen looked around the room for a hint that the paint would be in a box. In the back of the room she had spotted a box that looked like it had said 'art' on it. She took a step forward and walked towards the box. About half way there to the box Carleen had tripped on a cord that was on the floor. She got up and thought to saw a person, but made herself hink that it was just her shadow.
When she reached the box she had heard a noise behind her and turned around. She looked around to see where it had came from, but couldn't find anything, just boxes and some mice...
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Post by Sara Parker on Jun 13, 2008 8:40:38 GMT -5
What are you doing up here? Sara asked, someone she could barely see. She could hardly see Carleen because the light was very dim. She tried looking at the girl, but couldn't make out who she was.
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Post by Carleen Simpson on Jun 13, 2008 9:38:35 GMT -5
Carleen turned around when she had heard a voice from behind. She saw a girl standing by the stairs.She couldn't make out who it just, just a girl with blond hair. I'm finding a box. She paused. What are you doing up here? She added while trying to figure out who the girl was and why she was up here.
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Post by Sara Parker on Jun 13, 2008 10:13:50 GMT -5
I am up here finding a lost instrument for Mr. Cater. He stored a trumpet up here last year, and yesterday he asked me to look for it for him. she paused, and looked for the trumpet but only found the mouth piece. I've seen you before, Sara told Carleen. At the playground. she blurted out, not actually wanting to say that.
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Post by Carleen Simpson on Jun 13, 2008 10:21:29 GMT -5
Carleen looked at her a bit more closely, she did look like the girl from the park. I knew I have seen you somewhere, she said to herself. She looked around, trying to help the girl look for the trumpet. Nope, haven't seen it. She replied. Carleen went back to looking at the boxes for the paint. I'm Careen by the way. She said with a smile, but it was slightly too dark to see her smile.
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Post by Sara Parker on Jun 13, 2008 10:46:08 GMT -5
I know. I'm Sara. she smiled, looking for the trumpet after. Found it! Sara told Carleen, and gave it to her. I found the paint. And I also found the rest of the trumpet next to it. she told Carleen. We better get back, its getting late. Almost 5 o'clock P.M. she told her, after checking her own watch. Sara walked to the door, and waited for Carleen. Does everyone have dinner here at the same time? Sara asked, since this was her first day here.
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Post by Carleen Simpson on Jun 13, 2008 11:31:37 GMT -5
Carleen walked over to Sara and grabbed the paint that Sara had found for her. You just kinda eat whenever you want, or just have the time. Carrie answered Sara's question. Carleen walked to the door with a small, but heavy box of paint. Can you get the door? She asked Sara, with her hands full and a smile on her face.
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Post by Sara Parker on Jun 14, 2008 8:12:40 GMT -5
Sure, Sara answered Carleen, opened the door, smiling back. Want to meet at dinner? Sara asked, yet another question.
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Post by Carleen Simpson on Jun 14, 2008 21:42:08 GMT -5
Carleen started to walk to the door and down the stairs. Yeah. Just tell me what time. Carleen answered with a smile. Even though Sara could not see the smile, she smiled anyway. She was happy that she had made a friend without being mean. Usally she did not like many people straight off. But this year was coming out great. Seems like being a senior had changed Carleen alot.
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Post by Sara Parker on Jun 14, 2008 23:42:33 GMT -5
Around 5:30? Sara asked, watching Carleen past bye and closed the door. This year has been working good with Sara, too. She usually doesn't make friends this quick. But oh well. She was glad.
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Post by Carleen Simpson on Jun 14, 2008 23:46:11 GMT -5
Carleen got to the bottom of the stairs. Sounds good to me. She said. Carleen waited for Sara to come down also. So I'll see you then? She asked. I don't mean for this to be quick, but this box is killing me She added with a laugh.
Occ; Do you want to finish in the cafe? If so, who will start?
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Post by Sara Parker on Jun 15, 2008 8:31:08 GMT -5
Sara gave out a soft chuckle at what Carleen had said. She thought it would be OK since she even laughed at it.
OoC- You can.
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