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[Lucas Wilson]

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All the other kids with their pumped up kicks...
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Luke stepped into Starbucks, the sweet smells surrounding him. He smiled and looked around. He had never been to a Starbucks before, but had heard their coffee was amazing. Another of his loving things, coffee. It relaxed him and was a good way to stay up longer for studying, although the caffeine probably didn't help him out much.

Finally he ordered an iced coffee, something he had never had before, and sat down at a small booth (If there are booths) and took his laptop from his backpack. Connecting to the Wi-Fi, he got online and immediately went to his paper for Psychology. After a quick spell check, center, and then a signature, and he was done. He clicked the Save button then turned off the black VAIO laptop.

He was soon trying to scope out any other Rychmond High students. He hadn't yet started his first day, but he had his future schedule and had managed to figure out who were in his classes. Teachers would be nice to meet, too. That way he could try to get some more information on the classes.


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Ya better run, better run, outrun my gun...
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Word Count:: One-hundred eighty five
Notes: A good start for my life here, in my opinion.
Song: Pumped Up Kicks~ Foster The People

[Xi Coleman]

I stepped through the revolving doors of Starbucks, being greeted by the smell of coffee, the sound of typing, and the turning pages of newspapers. I shot the cashier a dirty look, for he was the same dimwit who had served me when I was last here with Zac. I sort of giggled when the cashier flinched, and brought me my usual order without question. I shoved a hundred dollar bill in his hands. "I want my change in quarters." I said cruelly, and took my order to a far side of Starbucks. There were two options; sit next to a dirty-looking man with very suspicious items hanging from his pockets, or sit next to the normal-looking high school student. I picked option two, and slid into the booth across from him.

((Boo! Poop post! *shoots self*))

[Lucas Wilson]

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All the other kids with their pumped up kicks...
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After failing to find fellow classmates, or teachers, Luke had decided to get started on a book her had been reading for a couple of days. After a couple of minutes he heard a new voice, but didn't bother looking up. After another minute he felt someone else, closer than the rest of the store.

He marked his page, closed his book and looked at the new guy. It was easy to tell that the man was older, but not yet in his twenties. A student, perhaps. "Hello." He greeted, his slight British voice/accent a little quiet, and rather deep for his appearance.


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Ya better run, better run, outrun my gun...
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Word Count:: One-hundred four
Notes: A good start for my life here, in my opinion.
Song: Pumped Up Kicks~ Foster The People

[Peter Wood]

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Life Is My R U B I C K ' S - C U B E
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I pushed open the Starbucks doors and a thick smell of coffee filled my nose. It was a horrendous scent, but I could bare through. I fumbled through my deep jacket pockets until my thumbs slid across the familiar box of my cigarettes. I gently slipped one out, placed it to my mouth and lit it. I ignored the dirty glares from the staff. Technically, there where no rules saying you couldn't smoke here, (though I knew it was frowned upon) so I took the chance to take the time and do so.

I paced slowly up to the from counter and scanned the menu. The smell of the coffee had made me lose my appetite, so I flung my hands in my pockets and walked away. I took a seat at an empty two person table. It was extremely dirty, so I slid my hand across it to wipe away the crumbs and drink splatters. I peered around the small building, trying to remember why I was even here. I didn't remember. Or maybe I didn't have a reason. I suddenly wished I would have called Gwennie to meet me up here, but she was probably busy studying away anyways, so it would have been no use.

I let my eyes drift from person to person, observing each person through out. A few people caught me staring, instantly making them uncomfortable, but I didn't mind. I was quite fun to see their reactions, to be honest. I tried to pick out other Richmond High students, but lacking a good memory and skill of picking out familiar faces, I failed horribly. I didn't recognize anyone here. I slouched back and began flicking small crumbs I failed to wipe off, off the table. I was easily amused. Leaving to find something else better to do crossed my mind, but then i though, I don't have anything better to do. So I stayed put, eyes locked on the flecks of food flying off the table.

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And I Know I Can F I G U R E It Out
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Word Count: 333
Muse: Rubick's Cube
Notes: Crappy Layout, but I'm still testing out some coding
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