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[glow=teal,2,300]Celine Gold Williams[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300][size=13pt][sub]“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”[sub][/size][/glow]
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IC ~Fire... .smoke everywhere... can't breath... my heart is racing... I'm trapped, there's no where to go... oh god the heat. I jerk awake and instantly my hand flies to my mouth to stop me from screaming. I'm sweating and I brush some dark brown hair out my eyes before blinking them rapidly to get rid of the blurriness. I don't know why but the dream seems familiar somehow... oh well no use worrying about it now. I get quietly out of my bed to hurry to the bathroom though. I splash some cool water on my face. To show panic is a sign of weakness.
I know that but hell... the dream seemed so real. I let out a sigh and walk out the bathroom, heading downstairs to maybe eat some breakfast. Then suddenly the masters's alarm goes off out of nowhere, making me jump and hurry even faster down the steps. If there's one thing I'm sure of it's that I really do hate that thing. I head into the kitchen to open to fridge to see if there's anything I'm hungry for.

[glow=blue,2,300]Nicholas Bryan Finch[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300][/glow]
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IC ~ I was sleeping on the couch instead of my bedroom. It got too stuffy for me in there sometimes. My blonde hair was a mess as it always was when I slept. I slowly opened my eyes as the alarm went off, covering my ears and frowning in annoyance, but also because I had heard footsteps hurrying down the stairs into the kitchen.
I lifted my head from where I laid to peer over the couch to see it was that one girl: Celine. She's actually pretty fascinating to watch but I'm sure she would disagree... she might have been a great dancer since she seems to carry herself so gracefully. But it's not my business to ask.
"Morning Celine." I say after the piercing sound quieted, turning to sit upright to see her better. "Did the alarm wake you?"
Celine immediately shakes her head, her long hair falling into her face.
"No..." She replies, opening up the fridge then closing it as if she suddenly lost her appetite. Then Celine turns to look at me. Somewhat out of nervousness, I run a hand through my hair as I wait for her to speak but all she asks is "Did you want some coffee Nicholas?"
I nod with a smile before rising from the couch, walking into the kitchen to take a seat. "Thanks."