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Marine sat in a corner of the bleachers, and looking up from her drawing, she smiled as the dance team practiced. They were good actually. She stuck her drawing in her bag to watch. She pulled out her tenne-shoes and cchanged out of her flip-flops into them. She started to strech her legs, she was in-shape, but was always ready for a jog.
She pulled around the laps again, again, and again, watching the dance team. They really weren't that bad at all. She pulled around once more, then did a few pull-ups.

Marine looked at the girl across from her do pull-ups-. "Ten, Eleven, Twevle, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen. . ." she kept going on t twenty, then stopped to take a breather. The dance team had stopped dancing and started talking in groups.

Marine looked up and smiled. "Hey, I'm Marine. I've been here a couple years." she laughed. "And I'm still tall for my age." she looked around, and frowned. "To bad the dance team stopped, they were pretty good." she looked at Em again.