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Post by Quinn Fabray on Aug 27, 2011 22:48:05 GMT -5
Sitting quietly reading in the Westerville Mall cafe was Quinn Fabray, however to simply pass her not even her friends would be sure of the accuracy of that statement. To say the summer had changed her would be a lie it wasn’t just the summer, it was everything. For so long Quinn was whatever anyone wanted her to be, she put so much effort into playing the good popular girl and it got her nowhere. As she sat there thinking it all seemed like such a waste of her time it only led to heartache, to lies, and to her losing everything, she was utterly done. Quinn looked nothing like that girl, and she was happy to look so different than what she was she felt almost free, sometimes she wondered if that feeling too was a lie, but would quickly dismiss it. This was the new, improved, “I don’t care,” Quinn Fabray. Smirking to herself she took a sip from her drink and went back to her book shutting out the stupid town of Westerville, Ohio, once again.
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Post by Conner Michaels on Aug 28, 2011 0:01:52 GMT -5
Sometimes you just gotta get away from the drama. That's how Conner felt as he entered the small cafe. He really didn't even know why he was here. He didn't like coffee and jerks who wanted to write there novels in public to attention. Oh well this is defiantly the last place Amber would go and look for him. She had kept going on and on about Dalton and what it was going to be like and about there Werblirs. Sounded like a gummy worm or something. The place seemed kinda crowded, it looked like he would have to share a table with someone. He scanned the area. Lets see, kid, family, business man, douche-bag with a laptop. He then spotted Quinn, quite different and reading perfect. He took a seat at her table. "Hows it hangin?" He asked as if he had known her for a long time.
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Post by Quinn Fabray on Sept 1, 2011 22:48:31 GMT -5
Quinn was surprised by the sound of a voice noticing her she looked up from her book just and watched someone sit down in the chair beside, while the face looked familiar a name was hard to place. Smiling weakly she looked back down at her book. "It is hanging well I suppose." While trying hard to play the rebel Quinn still found herself constantly falling back into her old routine when speaking. " I am sorry however I do not remember your name." Finishing her statement she looked at her book and then at the ground rather unsure of what to say next.
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