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Post by Alyssa Norwicki on Aug 3, 2008 6:09:00 GMT -8
Alyssa was walking around with no destination in mind, when she had spotted the park. Having seemed relatively empty, Alyssa went to sit on one of the park benches. Tucking her feet underneath her, she watched a pair of toddlers play together on the swings. Alyssa could remember when her brother was that age, she was seven when he was born. Though when their parents died he had dropped the care-free attitude most children had. Ian was too serious now, having been forced to grow up to quickly. Alyssa sighed, deciding she would think of something more happier. Tabitha's going to a boarding school. I won't have to see her ugly mug any more. The thought made her smile. It would be like Tabitha had moved out of the house. She folded her arms around her knees, and wished that she had brought a book with her. This was a perfect reading spot. It was quiet, and secluded. In matter of fact, it was quieter then Tama's house right now, what with Tabitha packing for her new school. Tama's house. Not mine, it's not my home and I'll get out of there eventually. Though I suppose I should be grateful to have somewhere to stay at all. Alyssa leaned back against the bench and closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze blowing across her face.
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Daine
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Post by Daine on Aug 18, 2008 12:55:36 GMT -8
Daine skipped into the park, slowing to a steady walk to look around at her surroundings. She loved being outside and looking at nature. Daine always thought that everytime she went outside, everything was new again. Turning her eyes to the leaves on the trees as they glinted in the sunlight, Daine failed to notice where she was walking. With a startled grunt, a bench seemed to have jumped right out in front of her, and she banged her leg against it. "Ouch," she muttered, looking around embarrassed. Noticing only a few other people in the park, Daine grinned with relief when she saw that the girl on the other bench had her eyes closed and a family who were all intent on watching the youngest chase around a bug fluttering through the air.
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