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Date Posted: 19:40:27 03/16/02 Sat
Author: Karma Casaraz
Subject: Shock...

The young girl hadn't been back for quite some time, having been hanging out elsewheres (I haven't been on lately). She climbs up to her room, wondering if that small job she wanted at the Coffee Corner will ever go through, as no one has notified her about it. She figures she'll go back today and ask about when she should perform. As she walks past a room she supposes is empty, she hears Max's voice along with someone else's. A flicker of uncertainty and fear crosses through her. Trying to ignore the feeling, figuring that he probably just has a friend of his over, she shrugs and retrieves her music from her room. She had made a new song, and was right proud of it. Wondering whether to wait and let Max see her perform live, she changes her mind and goes to show him the lyrics; they were so awesome. She knocks on the door, but in her excitement and not wanting to wait, she pushes open the door to find Taliana and Max together. Her eyes show pain, a lot of it, as she slams the door and races to her room to pack what little stuff she has. "Maybe I should have thought of him as a brother," she mutters as tears spring to her eyes. She rips her lyrics to shreds and starts folding a shirt or two.

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