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Post by Gretchen Coletti on Aug 10, 2007 12:04:34 GMT -5
Gretchen had took the gym for after school today. She really needed to practise her dance routines since she was the captain of the dance team. She set her bag on the bleachers and pulled out her I-Pod. She didn't feel like dancing yet. First, she needed to stretch.
Gretchen sat down and started to stretch. It was quite lonely here and it was after school. Not much people were here during school. A lot of people never really thought about their future. All they were here was for friends and popularity. Gretchen was actually here to learn so she could get into University so she could one day become a professional dancer or maybe even a chef!
Gretchen didn't know what to do by now. She had came here to dance, but she didn't feel like dancing. She stood up and just twirled around on one foot while the other was in the air and arms in position. Gretchen did ballet. It was mostly because her parents didn't let her do Hip hop or all those other kinds. She stopped twirling and just tried some cartwheels. She knew that it kind of wasn't related to dancing but it was fun.
Right now, Gretchen wore her gym shorts, her simple white tanktop, and her pink ballet flats. Her hair was also in a neat bun.
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 10, 2007 12:30:37 GMT -5
   entrancing;;tempest_______
It was raining outside. So, of course, the best place for Chris just happened to be he gym. He did want to practice, after all. His soccer ball was tucked under his arm, his white t-shirt decorated with some Bayside design. A band he liked. The design was kind of girly, but Chris could just... do that. It didn't seem strange at all to anyone who knew him.
His lean form switched directions as he saw one of his friends. Gretchen, the dance captain. She was someone he wasn't sure about. He sensed he could trust her, that she wasn't fake, but you never knew at Bentley. Everyone, even himself, had some sort of front put up. Sure, his wasn't as thick as most. But it was still there.
The soccer ball bounced to the ground and he dribbled it towards Gretchen. He slowed down, letting the ball roll in front of her. She was turning, head held straight, elegant. It was a pleasant sight. "Heyyy," he said, in clear view. He scooped up his ball, holding it at his side.
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Post by Gretchen Coletti on Aug 10, 2007 13:35:28 GMT -5
Gretchen felt a ball roll ontop of her toes, then back on the ground. Almost tripping on it, Gretchen sat down on the hardwood floor and looked up from the ball. It was her long time friend, Chris! She picked up the ball and giggled. She threw it back and crossed her legs, "Hey hotstuff," She joked around with him and smirked. She liked to call him that. It bothered him sometimes, but Gretchen never stopped.
Gretchen layed down and spread out her arms and legs like a star, "What'ch ya up to?" She asked him as she stared at the ceiling. She flipped her bangs to one side and took out a container full of carrots and dip. She threw it at him to catch and grinned, "I hate carrots. I hate when my mom packs me them!" She told him and nodded. She really hated carrots. Gretchen was more of the sweet fruit type. Not tamatoe, vegetable type. Though she was a vegetarian, "I think I'm going to become a fruigan, instead of a vegan." Gretchen told him and nodded. She took her I-pod and dropped it back into her bag. She was sick of vegies now. Gretchen just felt like digging into a juicy hamburger. But then she thought about all the animals. |
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Post by Chris Brody on Aug 10, 2007 14:36:57 GMT -5
entrancing;;tempest_______
He wrinkled his nose when she said 'hotstuff'. Okay, so he secretly loved it. Not only because it was a tiny confidence booster, but also because it kind of defined their friendship. She teased him, he pretended to hate it, and life went on. It was the simple things like that he cherished above everything else.
"Well, I wasss going to practice a bit," he told her, "but I think it can wait for a while," a small grin spread upon his face, watching as she layed down and splayed her arms and legs. Normally, a guy would go mad with sexual thoughts, considering she did have on slightly short shorts... But this was Chris. Come on. Chris didn't think like that. Ha, yeah, right. Chris was a guy, no matter how good his intentions are.
A large hand quickly caught the carrots chucked at him. Yum. He really was more of a fruit person, but raw veggies with ranch were simply delicious. He was the type who put ranch on anything. "Thanks," he smirked, sitting down beside her. A small laugh escaped. "You do that. I'll go fruigan with you," he lied. He liked meat. He knew that it wasn't the healthiest thing to eat, but he had a nice balanced diet.
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