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Subject: `.Accent.´ Author: Catalina [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:15:24 01/05/02 Sat In reply to: Zee 's message, ",;;* reply" on 17:30:11 01/05/02 Sat "Chille is a beautiful place. I am sure you miss it everyday." Just recently the exquisite southern Californian had toured regions of South America; a gift from her father for completing high school. A moment of silence hangs in the air, the thin freshman's own memories flow back into her mind. The Spanish beauty would be one of the few in her family to attend college, and actually applying and being selected had created a joyous occasion for the people of the vineyard. The gentle smile on her mother's ageless face, the held back tears glistening in her father's eyes, the toast of blessing her wise grandfather had given her- all of it brought a bittersweet feeling to warm, embracing spirit. No, the raven-hair'd young woman would not become homesick, but she would miss her close knit family. Almond-shaped eyes of chocolate hue grow large as she jumps at the sound of a noisy "thud." with the company of Zanetta and her own thoughts, Catalina had forgotten the weird vibes of the empty hall of classrooms. Trying to regain her usual composure, a fleeting smile curls the corners of her lips as she emphasizes her yearning to leave the building. "I'm going to the Coffeehouse. Care to join me, fellow freshman?" The last two words are a friendly taunt, a gesture of comradery to the girl of similiar culture. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]