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Post by Rebekah Miller on Feb 1, 2009 14:00:08 GMT -5
Bekah strapped her ipod to her arm as she got ready to go. She fixed her tennis shoes, and tied up her hair. She was going to jog today. It was a routine thing for her. Every other day she took a long jog, usually 2 hours or so. She enjoyed them, they helped her clear her mind. It was also a way that her and Sean spent time together, they loved to run, so they spent this time together. Today was different though, Sean was sick, so he thought it best to stay in his room.
She headed out on her way, making sure to lock the dorm she shared with Kennedy. Kennedy was a pretty great girl, she seemed to have her head in all the right places, but something had been bugging her. Bekah didn't ask though, she felt it best not to. Bekah reached the grounds and began to jog, no particular place in mind, just time for a nice jog. So she thought. it had been an hour into her jog and she had ran smack dab into a poor girl."Oh goodness, I am so sorry." she said lending the girl a hand.
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Post by Allegra Peters on Feb 1, 2009 14:25:50 GMT -5
 AND ONE OF THESE DAYS, YOU'LL MISS MESTATUS, completed WORD COUNT, 318 LOOKS,coming soon NOTES, none
There had been no reason stay cooped up this afternoon. If it hadn’t been for the late summer sun, Allie might have thought twice about heading outside. Her half written easy for English had been the one thing tying her down. But she had grabbed the paper last minute, shoving her folder into her bag before heading out the door. The loneliness of her dorm room just didn’t seem right today, nor did the quiet of the library. She had started down the stairs, out the glass doors of the dorm, breathing in a breath of fresh air as she stepped outside. With the school year now beginning, these sunny afternoons would become a rare thing in New York. It was best to take advantage of it while it lasted.
The school grounds were crawling with students, out and about with friends. Allie took to the concrete path waving its way around the edge of the large, sprawling green of the main quad. Her finished twisted into the strap of her messenger bag, auburn hair bouncing with each step. There were several picnic tables that sat in the shade of the main buildings, a short walk away and the perfect place to enjoy the afternoon while she finished her work.
Her mind wandered over the assignment, as Allie heaved a short sigh. The girl didn’t register that someone had just come crashing into her until she was stumbling forward. “Whoa!” She managed to catch her footing before falling forward into the pavement.
“Oh goodness, I am so sorry!” Allie jerked upright, turning to see a curly haired blond, watching her with worried eyes. She wasn’t someone Allegra knew, but the worried tone in the stranger’s voice told her the whole ordeal had been a complete accident.
“Oh, no,” the girl shook her head after a short moment of silence. “I should have been watching, didn’t see you coming.”
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Post by Rebekah Miller on Feb 1, 2009 14:35:58 GMT -5
Bekah smiled at the girl. She was quite lovley looking. As she helped the girl up she noted that she had seen her walking around the campus. Freshman. "I'm Bekah. Bekah Miller." she stated as she turned off her ipod. A light sweat dripped from her forehead and she wiped it lightly with her towel.
((sorry its really short, i am babysitting right now))
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Post by Allegra Peters on Feb 1, 2009 14:58:42 GMT -5
AND ONE OF THESE DAYS, YOU'LL MISS MESTATUS, completed WORD COUNT, two-hundred thirty-seven NOTES, it's no problem. little kids take time.
Allie couldn’t help return a grin when the blond smiled at her. It was true; she had never seen her around before. She looked a little older than Allegra herself did, dressed even as she was in work-out clothes. There was no arguing that she was a very pretty girl though. Allie reached up to tuck a piece of her own red hair behind her ear.
“I’m Bekah…” Her name didn’t ring a bell, but Allie nodded her head anyway. She felt out of place sometimes, still so new and unknowing of this place. Though everyone in her freshman class might have felt the same way, wasn’t there a point where that uneasiness seemed to go away? “I’m Allegra,” she told the girl after a moment. “But call me Allie please.” She had always preferred the nickname over the uncommon title scribbled on her birth certificate.
“Nice to meet you. Sorry again for not staying out of the way.” Allie mustered a little laugh. “People seem to always be out jogging, you think I’d learn after a while.” Was she babbling again?
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Post by Rebekah Miller on Feb 1, 2009 15:12:32 GMT -5
"I'm Allegra..." The girl had stated. The name hadn't rang a bell, but she had seen her before. "Well, nice to meet too you Allie, and don't worry about it, i should have paid attention." she said sweetly. Bekah noticed the girl's red locks. It was beautiful in the sun, it just kind of shined. No Bekah, was totally straight, but she loves hair."You're a freshman right?" She added to her previous statement. "Your hair is absolutley gorgeous!" bekah stated.
((Again Sorry))
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Post by Allegra Peters on Feb 1, 2009 15:32:36 GMT -5
AND ONE OF THESE DAYS, YOU'LL MISS MESTATUS, completed WORD COUNT, two-hundred sixteen THE LOOK, right hereNOTES, added my outfit.
Allie cleared her throat, wrapping her fingers around the brown strap of her bag. She looked down for a moment at the pink and brown plaid bag, loaded with her notebook and papers. Quickly, she glanced back up when she heard Bekah. “…Don’t worry about it. I should have paid attention.” It was nice to have met someone who seemed genuinely nice. While Allie’s social life had yet to make its way off the ground, she had managed to strike up a few conversations here.
At Rekah’s question, Allie nodded. “Yeah, just started this year.” She didn’t mind people being able to guess her age so easily. But she had to wonder if it was that completely obvious this was her first year at Minute Hill. “What about you?”
The young girl reached up to touch her hair then, long and straight. There had been little effort put into this morning. A quick shower and blow-dry, her bangs hanging into her eyes as usual. “Oh, thank you.” Allie tried to sound enthusiastic, though accepting compliments on one of her least favorite attributes always was a challenge for the girl. Actually, accepting any compliment had proven hard for her. Though she did her best to smile again, reaching down to grab the strap of her bag again.
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