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Post by Lexi Anne Riddle on Jun 15, 2009 2:23:24 GMT -5
Lexi walked around, enjoying the somewhat quiet of the afternoon in the park. The birds were singing and the sun was nice and warm on her back, not too hot but not too cold either. There was even a nice breeze flowing through the air. The sky was a cloudless blue and reminded her of the vast ocean, always blue but suddenly gray and stormy. It was a wonderful day for a nice walk by the lake so she thought, What the heck? Why not? Might as well enjoy nature at it's very best. Silently she thanked whoever was listening to her thoughts, God or no God, for making such a wonderful, peaceful place in England. She sought a place to sit down and found one under the shade of a tree. Pulling out a notebook and pencil, she began to write. Can't you see me? // Or am I just an entity? // Am I a figmentation // Of the imagination? // Or am I real? // Maybe surreal? She tapped her pencil against her notebook, looking out into nothing and searching for the next few lines that could possibly pop into her head. She watched people passing by, not even noticing her. A bird was even close enough that she could have reached out and touched it. Do people even care about others? she wondered. Or do they just care about themselves? Are they like the birds, wanting to be free but can't so they just pick on others so they feel good? She picked up her pencil again and began writing on a new page. Hello, hello, // are you there // Hello, hello, // no one is home // Hello, hello, // can anyone hear // i am fading // Away, away, // flying goodbye // Away, away, // running afar // Away, away // saying goodbye // to all that I know Hello, hello "Now what?" she wondered aloud, becoming stuck once again.
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Post by Scout Nicole Archer on Jun 28, 2009 10:58:44 GMT -5
Scout walked down the stone path, ears plugged with her ipod. She really had no idea what she was listening to, it was just another thing that she had downloaded off her brother's account. Scout wasn't really walking to fast nor to slow, just a in between. No one would want to walk that slow, it would take to long. But not to fast or you would be there immediately. It was just that sort of day to just walk like that.
Scout looked around then noticed the Black Lake. Not many people where there but a few people where playing baseball or sitting on a bench. It didn't surprise Scout at all that there where even people doing homework, even though no one really wanted to do it. Scout herself had gotten out just awhile ago. At least now she didn't have an old hag breathing down her neck telling her what to do all the time.
Scout walked around for a bit. It was just nice to get out of her cramped dorm, finally. The sun and air felt good on her skin, better then any moisturizer, that's for sure. Walking back around Scout saw a girl that she had seen around Hogwarts but never really talked to.Scout tried to remember with no success. All Scout could remember was that she was a Slytherin, one of the ones that didn't fallow the family name, and shouldn't be in it.
Scout's whole family had been chucked full with Slytherins. Each time another kind came around they would freak and mark you a discrase. Scout had gotten used to being a Hufflepuff now, but still not fitting in with their slightly going chubby life style. Scout walked over to the girl and sat down and said, What's up? Scout always thought it was fun to here peoples responses to that.
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Post by Lexi Anne Riddle on Jun 29, 2009 0:17:47 GMT -5
Lexi looked up, completely distracted. "Oh hi," she replied. "Not much, just writing." she didn't know this girl but she seemed friendly enough. Why not? she thought. She was bored and it would be nice to have someone to talk to. She set down her notebook with a heavy sigh. She couldn't think of anything else to write. "Sorry, I have no idea what your name is. Mine's Lexi," she told the girl beside her. She recognized her slightly, she had seen her around the school every once in awhile. She knew she had a friendly personality and was in Hufflepuff. She definitely had an interesting style, very punk-ish.
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Post by Scout Nicole Archer on Jul 1, 2009 21:45:54 GMT -5
Taking in the name she said I'm Scout. She said. It was nice that this Lexi girl didn't really have a clue who she was. Honestly the less people that knew about Scout, outside of Hufflepuff, the better off her life seemed to be. Less rumors, less Slytherin comments, less homework. It was weird but some of the teachers didn't hand out as many assignments. Less assignments ment more time to do what ever crossed her mind at that moment.
Your a fifth year, right? It was sorta hard to remember who was in what year, let alone the house. If Scout was remembering right, Lexi was apart of the Riddle line, or at least a more watered-down version. Scout doubted that Lexi was out to murder every living sole on Earth for fun. Way less out to get people.
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Post by Lexi Anne Riddle on Jul 4, 2009 0:07:20 GMT -5
Lexi heard her question and nodded. "Yeah, same for you right?" she asked. She had a good memory and usually she could remember people but with things going on in her personal life, she was having a harder time remembering people. She didn't know why. Probably stress. After all, she and Roxi weren't getting along very well currently. It was harsh on her, seeing as how Roxi was her twin and all. She blocked the thoughts out till later, she didn't want Scout to get weirded out if she started acting all sad and depressed.
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Post by Scout Nicole Archer on Jul 6, 2009 19:58:34 GMT -5
Yeah, she said. Looking at the notebook that Lexi had been writing in, Scout said So what are you righting in the notebook? It said:
Can't you see me? Or am I just an entity? Am I a fragmentation Of the imagination? Or am I real? Maybe surreal? Scout had written some poetry at her old school but not as much as some of the others. She had never won any awards or even contests but still if you walked into her room at her old house, then you would see stacks of notebooks filled with it.
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Post by Lexi Anne Riddle on Jul 7, 2009 13:49:36 GMT -5
"Just a bit of poetry. Do you write?" she asked when Scout started to read it. She seems interested enough to be a writer, but then again I could be wrong, she thought. Scout seemed like the creative type, just looking at her you could tell she was probably creative and most likely friendly, possibly funny. Whereas Lexi did not, she actually probably looked like she belonged in Slytherin but if people watched her or talked to her, they would agree with everyone else, she did not belong in Slytherin.
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