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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-2.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 410 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Lend I tried to do you right WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND TURN INTO ICE Blake had been in the library for only a minute and already the quietness of the room was getting to her. Every once and a while the silence would be pierced by students moving up and down the aisles or by the thumping of the librarian's stamp on a book. Even with these sounds going it was too quiet for the blonde's liking. She was a social girl and enjoyed constantly chatting and joking around with her fellow students, but the library wasn't exactly the best place to try and make friends. The only reason she was here in the first place was that her english teacher had requested that each student rent a novel that focuses on human rights. Blake, having no idea what the even meant, was strolling up and down the aisles in search of such a book. If only there was a book labled with bold letters Human Rights English Book. Her finger trailed along the spines of the books while her other hand was occupied twirling a lock of blonde hair, a habit that she had retained throughout her life. Blake was struggling to recall a certain book title that her teacher had said would be an appropriate choice, but as usual her mind was blank. Long Ways to Go? No, that's not it. Way Too Long? Crap, wrong again. Gone a Long Way? Close, but still not it. All lined up on a shelf were five books, each with very similar titles. One of these books had to be the one her teacher had mentioned. Instead of taking the time to read the back of each book and trying to link it to human rights, Blake took another approach and piled the five books into her arms before rushing to a table. The books hit the round table with a thud and Blake pulled out a nearby chair to sit on. It took a few seconds before she realized that someone else was also sitting at the table. Her brown eyes blinked at the sight of the redhead boy, surprised that she had missed the other person sitting in the seat opposite of her. "Uh hi, is it okay if I sit here?" Before he could respond a thought reached her and she was already blurting out another question. "Can you help me find out which of these books has something to do with human rights? Whatever the heck that is . . ." notes // The book she is looking for is called A Long Way Gone

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[blake]

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[blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-2.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 278 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Lend I tried to do you right WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND TURN INTO ICE “Some English teachers are just born with a knack of doing things that make you do what you don’t want to do... And some of them just never set homework. Like in preschool,” Blake's mouth hung open slightly. How come she hadn't been given a teacher that didn't assign homework!? If Blake had set any sort of requirements she liked her teachers to fulfill, not giving out homework was definitely one of them. The blonde let out a sigh, "I miss preschool . . . even if I can't remember much of it." Her face lit up with a sort of happiness brought back by her own memories. "I do remember all the finger painting our class used to do, and how we sang the alphabet." She put a finger to her mouth in thought. "The letter 'W' was always hard for me to say as a kid though . . ." Blake felt relieved that the redhead boy was willing to tell her his name. Some people just walked away at the risk that she would try talking to them again. One time someone even gave her a fake name and when she called out to the student the only person that looked back was the janitor. “It’s Lend, as in- Lendon. Pretty weird name, right?” Blake joined in with his laugh while her mind was busy questioning exactly what was funny. She pushed her thoughts away though so to respond with little distractions. How very strange to classify thoughts as nothing more than distractions . . . "Blake's a strange name for a girl. I guess we're both weird then." She laughed again, this time knowing what she was laughing at. notes // None

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-2.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 335 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Lend I tried to do you right WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND TURN INTO ICE “I wouldn’t say weird- maybe individual,” Blake laughed along with his joke. What he said was actually somewhat true. Everyone at Silas Academy was in a way quirky, sometimes only their powers made them like that and other times they were weird even without the power. Blake was one of the strange ones that had done so without her power. “Anyway, it’s rude to call a lady a weirdo. You’re not weird, as far as I can tell.” She smiled happily back at him. For once someone wasn't making cruel judgements on her stupidity, and she was glad for having not left the library so soon. "Thanks, and as far as I can tell you aren't weird either." Did that count as a compliment? If it wasn't it was at least a friendly attempt at one. This Lend boy was getting nicer every second, and she was about to be surprised further by his friendly personality. “So, Blake, er,” He paused, leaving Blake to just smile back at him as though encouraging him to continue. Her smile may have just done the trick as he went on. “Your eyes are really... you know... brown. And all nice, and stuff.” So maybe he wasn't exactly the most fluent with his words. Blake had to admit that sometimes she wasn't either as she would get so excited to have the chance to make a friend that she would often scare the person off. It could be worse though, she could have developed some sort of shy and closed off personality. "Well thanks again haha, do you always give off so many compliments to people you meet?" Blake now found her turn to pause as she realized that maybe she should thank him even more with a compliment of her own. "Oh! And I like your hair, it's red like umm . . ." She tried to think of something interesting that was red, but quickly gave up and continued on with a more expected word. "like fire!" notes // None

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