Oralee Wilkinson
Year 7
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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Post by Oralee Wilkinson on Mar 30, 2007 18:30:31 GMT
So this was it. A whole new start in a whole new school. And for the first time ever, Oralee was nervous. Very nervous. It felt so weird to know that here she would be one of the youngest, it was a big jump between primary and secondary school. Oldest to youngest. Her thoughts wandered back to her time in year six at primary school. She'd been loud, confident, mischievous. And yet, she always got away with it. Hopefully, it would be the same here.
She'd dressed casually, just as she usually did. Her dark blue skinny jeans, a tight Rolling Stones t-shirt, covered by a dark grey hoody with a gothic cross graphic on the front. Oralee promptly whipped out her silver iPod nano and shoved the uncomfortable plastic earphones into her ears, flicking her long, curled hair over her shoulder to do so.
Doubt and fear filled her mind as Oralee approached the grey steps. Nobody there, good. She didn't feel ready to socialize yet. She perched cautiously on the bottom step, gazing around her surroundings. Normal, city life. She could get some great pictures here.
Thinking of the thing she loved the most - photography - calmed her nerves immensely. She felt herself relax as she sat there, but her fear was hiding inside her. Just waiting to strike...
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Post by goddess7932 on Apr 7, 2007 23:01:47 GMT
Morgan walked to school. She couldn't wait. Old friends new times. She saw waering dark blue jeans and a black with white polk-a-dot tube top with a sheer black covering. She had her boots on that make her look tall. She twisted the red bead neckless. She walked into a patch of sun and you could see her sliver hoops sparkle as she put a piece of hair behind her ear. As she neared the steps she saw a girl sitting by herself on the stairs. She walked up to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. Hi She said when she took out the ear phones.
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