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Subject: •Southern Charm• Author: Carson [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:14:43 01/13/02 Sun Brawny form of the handsome junior drifts down the lengthy hallway in an ambling fashion, no hurry to his athletic steps. Faded black backpack drapes across his right shoulder, the worn materical holding a book or two beneath zipper'd compartments. Silhouettes dance across the wall in eerie cheer, for the early morn's sun waltzes through the windows to emebllish each character that strolls by; creating a shadowy twin of each student. Carson's own wall-trapped "comrade" repeats his every move, stalking him to his English class. Venturing through the open doory way of the classroom, metallic-hued orbs flash upwards to the clock: three minutes late, not too terribly bad. Dashing form drops into a desk-and-chair combination within the back row, a large yawn materializing within his mouth. This class, his English class, is early into morning, seven o'clock sharp. Bookbag of he slips to the ground with a dull thud, an ambiguous pile of academic material. He settles into his own niche, slouching back into the chair with a nonchalant grace; not often did he pay attention to class. Only then does he gaze around at the surroundings, vaguely interested with the gatherings of the classroom. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]