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Post by Carla Dennise on Apr 12, 2006 6:28:57 GMT -5
Carla slowly wandered through the hall, reading a bunch of articls that were to go in the newspaper. She had to hurry, the deadline was in two days time.
Bending her head as she saw a glimpse of the popular girls, carla sped up a bit, hoping she would miss them altogether.
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Post by Brooke Williams on Apr 13, 2006 13:48:24 GMT -5
Heather spotted a junior that looked familliar. She wanted to recruit people for the fashion show. "hey" She said walking up to her. She tried not to look intimidating but somtimes girls just thought she was since she was popular.
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Post by Carla Dennise on Apr 13, 2006 13:51:13 GMT -5
'Hey,' Said Carla quietly, smiling a little. Her thick red curls were spread over her shoulders, making her look simply gorgeous.
Howevr, Carla never felt pretty. She always felt exceedingly ugly whenever she was with one of the rch popular girls who were wearing loads of makeup and expensive clothes.
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Post by Brooke Williams on Apr 13, 2006 13:52:21 GMT -5
"I'm Heather, i was wondering if you'd like to be in my fashion show" Heather asked with a boast of confidence. No one can turn her down and if they did she always convinced them in the end. Sometimes when she didn't convince them, it hurt her feelings.
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Post by Carla Dennise on Apr 13, 2006 13:53:36 GMT -5
Carla laughed. 'Very funny.'
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Post by Brooke Williams on Apr 13, 2006 14:33:35 GMT -5
"i'm not kidding" Heather replied with a kind face. She needed some girls in the fashion show. There weren't too many willing to help her because they were jealous.
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Post by Carla Dennise on Apr 13, 2006 14:39:53 GMT -5
Carla sighed, and shrugged her shoulders. 'Whatever.'
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Post by Brooke Williams on Apr 13, 2006 14:41:52 GMT -5
Heather gave up on this girl. She didn't seem the right type for the show anyways. "well if you change your mind i'm Heather Nott and you can probably find me any where if you look hard enough" She said and spun on her heel, then walked away/
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Post by Carla Dennise on Apr 13, 2006 15:06:24 GMT -5
'Wait!' Called Carla, surprised at what she was doing. 'I'll do it!'
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Post by Brooke Williams on Apr 13, 2006 15:28:50 GMT -5
Heather smirked as she heard the girl call her back. She let her face go back into a serious one and spun to face the girl. "excellent" She drew out slowly. "tomorrow is the dress rehearsal meet me in the grand hall at 1 pm sharp" She said and walked away from the girl once more.
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Post by Carla Dennise on Apr 13, 2006 15:53:10 GMT -5
Carla grinned, and turned to her locker.
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