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Date Posted: 23:51:56 12/21/04 Tue
Author: Bryani
Subject:
I grew up, wishing on a star...


She had been looking forward to going home for winter break virtually since the day she had stepped on the plane in the summer to come here. And now, three days before Christmas, here she was - still here, and stuck. Apparently every flight from December seventeenth through till the twenty-fifth to Hawaii was booked and overbooked and somehow she was one of the unfortunate souls who had lost her ride home. After spending essentially the last forty-eight hours in the airport trying to find something, she had given in and headed back here - feeling completely let down and more than a little disappointed. This was her favorite time of year, and it was looking like she wasn't going to get to spend a single moment with her family - wasn't going to get a chance to be around hoards of loving people, or a chance to lie out on the silky white sand in the sun. Chocolate cords fit to her hips and a rich pink hoodie to her torso, a toque was pulled down over her ears and her hands were shoved into the front pockets of her pants as she made her way silently down the chilly beach, shoulders slightly hunched. Her eyes were on her feet through the sand and her brows gently furrowed, lips pursed into a saddened pout - if she was home, she could be wearing a skirt and just a light top, and she wouldn't be alone, walking by herself late at night. This was definitely shaping up to be the worst Christmas yet...

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