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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2005 19:16:37 GMT
Reb smirked, "And I thought people like you didn't want to be Commie Clones." speaking of Chris' listening to mainstream music like Metallica.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Dec 26, 2005 19:19:57 GMT
"so what?" Chris said "I listen to one main stream music and thats it."he tok his CD holder and gave it to Reb "There, look,half thats my old mans music from the 80's"
Sarah came over there and looked, "AH!" she yelled, grabbing the KISS cd. "can i?" she asked, pointing at her backpack she had tossed in the corner.
"Huh?" Chris said "oh, yeah, hold on ." he pulled a sharpie out and wrote his name over the front of the cd. "there,give it back though."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2005 19:28:00 GMT
"I would have liked the 80s rock ... I did ... then forced to listen to it in my mom's car so I was put off after the first ROAD TRIP" Reb said putting her head phones back on. She went back to drawing. She ran out of paper so she drew on the library table.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Dec 27, 2005 0:53:31 GMT
Chris shrugged and said "suit yourself." he grabbed his case and stuffed it back into his jacket.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2005 1:21:27 GMT
Reb, oblivious to anyone around her, started singing softly. Her father had died when she was young, but she still remembered him.
"You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye."
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Dec 27, 2005 1:22:53 GMT
Chris had moved back to his seat,he had his pocket knife out and was carving stuff into the table top,he only did hat when he was when his was thinking about one thing or another.
Sarah sighed, she looked at the clock then backa t the desk
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2005 1:26:57 GMT
Reb squeaked when her cellphone buzzed. It was on the table and it rattled as it vibrated. She sighed and picked it up. A text message. She groaned when she read the text, her grandparents had been in a car wreck and died on impact, she laid her head on the table. Why todady, she had forgot her keys to the house.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Dec 27, 2005 1:29:25 GMT
Chris shot out of his trance in the middle of finisihing the it part of sit,he loked over at Reb "Hey," he said "you okay."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2005 1:32:00 GMT
Rebs hair covered her face.
"...For now..."
She groaned when she cell buzzed again. she picked it up and heaved it out an open window. Laying her head back on the table.
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Post by Jacksbonnielass on Dec 27, 2005 1:39:10 GMT
Chris watched her for awhile then shrugged, returning to his demolishing of school property.
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