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I'm sick at the moment, so I can't really make my forms without them being extremely sloppy with poor grammar. But I'd still like to keep my reservations. Would that be okay?
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That's totally fine.
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"Hey Bella, sorry for the wait. Someone was scuffing up my floors." Nebula giggled and let Bella inside.
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OOC: Sorry guys I had to shower!
IC: Nebula hugged both of her friends back and hurried to answer the door. "Hey, Ian!" she said enthusiastically. "Glad you could make it!" Quickly she hugged him and then returned to answer the girls. "I LOVE them," she said about Bella's pajamas, and then "It was great, and yours?" to Layla.
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PLOT
Arielle and {your character here} have been best friends since preschool. For a long time people have told them boys and girls can't just be friends, and that never seemed true to them- until Arielle runs away from home and (your character here) goes to find her. As everything spirals out of control, they start falling in love.
+ be advanced
+ be active
+ be realistic enough
"I've left of my own accord. Don't come looking for me." The note was Nebula left was simple and got her point across- like everything she said or did. She slipped out of the house quietly in the wee hours of the morning and just drove, on and on and on. She did her best not to think of her friends- that would make her want to go back home before anyone realized she was gone. Instead she thought of her abusive father and pushover mother, who were the ones that made her want to leave. Thinking of them let her drive for six hours without feeling guilty, and at the end of those six hours Nebula checked into a cheap motel just off the interstate to crash for the night. The only thought she had between laying down and falling asleep was "Don't let them find me."
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"I don't mind at all!" Nebula said happily, leaning against Marcus. "So what do you guys want to do first?"
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It was almost noon when Nebula woke up. Slowly she sat herself up, confused about her location at first. After a few seconds she grew excited. "I'm six hours away from Boston," she said to herself, smiling like a fool. She jumped out of bed and into the bathroom, and after showering and going through the rest of her morning ritual she was ready to hit the road. Out of habit she checked her phone as she left the hotel room, and immediately regretted it- Marcus had messaged her. For a few moments she stood outside the door of her room, debating whether or not she should reply, and finally she took her location off and sent him a message saying "Can't talk, driving."
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Nebula laughed. "I guess we're going swimming!" She went into her room and quickly changed into her swimsuit, then went back downstairs.
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It's all good! I'd just like them all done by Sunday morning.
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Nebula had just reached her car when her phone went off again. "No idea," she texted her best friend before unlocking and opening her car door. She got in and sat down, then buckled herself in and started the car.
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OOC: Oh my God I was wondering if anyone would notice it was Zoe.
IC: "Yeah, just let me get the door," Nebula said smiling. She walked to the door and opened it. "Hey Alfie!!" Nebula opened the door wider. "Come on in, we were just about to go swimming. Feel free to join us!"
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Nebula just sat and stared at her phone for five rings. Finally she picked it up. "What?" She tried sounding harsh but her voice cracked, so it sounded like she had been crying.
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"Well come on!" Nebula said to Alfred, not noticing how he looked at her. "Hey Ricky!" She smiled at her friend and then went to the pool with Marcus. After they jumped in she smiled at him and pulled up, rubbing her eyes.
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"You coming, Alfie?" Nebula yelled. Alfred had always been really fun to hang out with and she considered him a close friend. She also found him really cute, but she wasn't going to let Marcus know that.
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It was a warm, sunny day in Willowbrook, Massachusetts. Everything was completely normal for a school-day in late April. That is, until sixth period when three gunshots start the longest day of these high school students' lives.
Nahdia wasn't popular. She never had been- although she was pretty, she had always been seen as a dork and a geek and a nerd, just because she liked video games and books and extra-credit assignments. She liked dancing, too, and dressing up and acting girly, but nobody ever paid attention to that.
That day, in sixth period, the eleventh-grader had been sent on an errand by Mrs. Lile, the art teacher, and was almost to the main office when she heard the first gunshot. She froze, horrified, hoping she was just hearing things. Then the second came. And the third. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but stand there silently.
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Nebula closed her eyes just as Alfred hit the water. "Nice!" she said, holding her hand out for a high-five.
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Nahdia was still frozen. Oh my God. I'm going to die, she thought, and a fourth shot finally awoke her. Nahdia swore under her breath and dropped the large stack of papers she was carrying and turned around. She had never been much of a runner at all, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins carried her down the main hallway and halfway through the science corridor faster than she thought she could move.
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All of the doors around Nahdia were closed and locked. She couldn't stop swearing, trying to find somewhere safe to go. She couldn't turn around- she didn't know if the person with the gun was close behind her or not. The only thing in the direction she was going was the gymnasium. She took off again, trying to remember if it was girls' gym or boys' that was in class at the moment.
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OOC: I thought his name was Marcus?
IC: "It doesn't matter. Do you actually need anything?" Nebula made herself sound bored.
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OOC: Of course, I don't mind.
IC: Nebula kissed Marcus back, eyes closed, but it felt a bit off that time. Like Marcus wasn't as happy as he was pretending. "Is something wrong?" she whispered, pulling away.
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"Why? Is something wrong?" Nebula's voice became worried and slightly frantic. "You're okay, right?"