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Post by Macy Deltine on Jul 17, 2007 19:08:30 GMT
Macy slowly walked down the corridor, looking up at all the picture that they had placed on the walls. There were so many of them! Some were of past principles, some were off old students, some were just of landscapes and portraits. She stopped at one and looked at it. It was of one of the past principles, Prof. Colligie, it said on a small gold plate beneath it. He seemed familiar...it was strange. She stared at him, trying to place his face in her mind, but she really couldn't remember. It was very strange. She could always remember faces. But this one did not cross her mind, as if it had been wiped out. She was in a type of trance before snapping out of it when somebody was coming to wards her. She looked up and realized that it was Madeleine. "Hey!" she said, wondering if she had heard her.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 17, 2007 19:15:14 GMT
Madeleine looked up as she heard her name being called, and looked around the corridor before seeing Macy.
She quickened her step, saying "Hey!" and finally coming to a stop beside her.
"How was your day?" she asked, glancing at all of the portraits and pictures on the wall.
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Post by Macy Deltine on Jul 17, 2007 19:20:23 GMT
"Um, my day was fine, and you?" She asked. She looked up at the portrait again. "I know this face, but I don't know where..." she quietly. She tried searching through her memories, to find a match, but nothing helped. Maybe it was from a dream. But she didn't know how it could happen that it reappears again.
"Sorry, I just know this face, but it dosen't matter." She started to walk on, cluthing her books across her chest. "I hear there may be talk of a dance..." she said, thinking about it.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 17, 2007 19:26:46 GMT
"Really?" Madeleine asked, studying the portrait and adjusting the shoulder strap on her bag. "Wow. Though, I don't know anyone that I would go with, do you?"
She studied the picture. "No, I'm sorry, I don't recognise it."
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Post by Macy Deltine on Jul 17, 2007 19:46:07 GMT
"Nope, no-one to go with." She laughed quietly. "Well, maybe someone will ask us, we're stunningly beautiful, firce women..." she looked herself up and down "Maybe not..." She sighed and kept walking. "Maybe we should try to meet some people." When she said that, two guys walked past. She jumped out and said a big "Hi!"
One looked at her strangly and the other said "Weirdo." under his breath, and they both started laughing. Macy rolled her eyes and kept on walking, turning round and made a quick run of ice go down there backs. "I was only trying to be nice!" she yelled. She grabbed Madeleine and said "Run!" and ran down the corridors before the boys came after her. when they finally stopped, Macy was in fits of laughter. "Sorry!" she said, finally stopping for a breath.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 17, 2007 19:53:44 GMT
Madeleine choked on her laughter. "Ni... nice one!"
Oh, that was brilliant! Making ice run down those boys' back... She couldn't stop laughing. It felt good, strangely, doing things like that in school. Rule-breaking was awesome.
She slowed down her laughter a bit, breathing. "We shouldn't do that to potential dates, really," she said, laughing again.
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Post by Macy Deltine on Jul 17, 2007 20:09:41 GMT
"Them? My goodness, I wouldn't be caught dead with one of them. They do not go well with my impulsive life-style." She said, smugly. "No, there are better guys out there, trust me. Anyway, if don't have dates then we can go together. Like cool kids, who don't care about the status of haveing a date for the dance...although it would be nice..." she said, thinking. "We'll find somebody, don't worry. Anyway, we are heads of their groups. We have more power. It's okay." she said smiling.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Jul 17, 2007 20:14:16 GMT
Madeleine smiled. "Isn't that called abuse of power?"
Macy had a valid point though. They were the heads of groups, guys would be queuing up to ask them to the dance...
She sighed. But then they wouldn't be asking them as them, then...
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Post by Macy Deltine on Jul 17, 2007 20:25:20 GMT
"Nah, we've got enough power, to abuse some of it. Come on! There has to be, what? A thousand pupils in this school. We will find someone. Anyway, even if there is a dance, that's just what I heard from somebody. It isn't even final." Macy looked up at the paintings that hung above their heads. "Maybe someone will find us..." she said dreamily. "Sorry, that's just me reading too many romantic novels. They're like my guilty pleasure." She said, laughing. They kept walking, but was interuppted by the bell. She looked down at her watch. "Augh, sorry, I gotta go to Math. Well, see you later!" She said, running off with an icy trail being left by her feet.
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