Ripples Beneath the Surface

Cade Laidon

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May 10, 2007
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Cade sat on one of the benches in the lawn, looking all around at the people passing by. His stomach was all knotted. Something was bound to happen. He could feel it in his very bones. But he didn't know what it was going to be. For all he knew it could be some great thing that happened. Although he very much doubted that scenario. He wished there was someway to get rid of the innocent bystanders, mainly other students hanging out and playing, though there were no real options for that. If he yelled out fire, which he would never do because it would mean infusing emotion into his voice, which he never did, everyone would stare at him as if he were nuts. After all, they would be able to see if there were a fire. So he stayed quiet and watched everyone else in the vicinity.

A young girl walked by, staring at Cade. Honestly, the long light brown hair covering half of your face and cold, arrogant exterior would make people think that you had just risen from the dead. It's not like he was carrying any lethal weapons or anything. But he didn't even blink an eye on the outside. Maybe it was the lack of expression that had scared the girl. An older girl walked by and gave him a wink, cutting off his previous thoughts. If this was the most that was going to happen, he was going to have to stop trusting his instincts and just move along.
 

GraveDigger

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Sep 20, 2006
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Today was not a good day for the typical cheerful girl. Not a good day at all. It was actually one of those rare occasions when Delilah was, almost, well...depressed. She rarely felt that feeling but when she did, all she wanted to do was just sit and think. Do nothing, which wasn't something she normally did. In her expression of depression Delilah sported dark color instead of bright cheerful ones. She wore dark blue -almost black- colored pants and a black pin-stripped, corset-like top. Very dark for her. The only bit of bright color visible was the purple ribbon she wore as a headband to keep her hair out of her face.

As she wandered around the lawn, she sighed, a long depressing sigh. She wasn't quite in the mood for talking to anyone -not that there was anyone really around worth talking to. Absentmindedly, Delilah found herself walking towards a place to sit. After all, walking all over the lawn got a bit tiring after a while. So, she planted herself on a random bench, brought her knees up to the seat and rested her head on them. Completely oblivious of the vaguely familiar boy sitting right beside her.
 
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