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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 1:24 pm
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A lot of things can change with time. Back in grade school, there used to be these two best friends, this girl and boy. They used to be close, and play baseball together in an old sandlot with a few others friends. Then the girl moved away, and the friendship ended. Six years later, the boy is the star player of the high school's baseball team, and he is proud to have the title. However, he sort of wishes his old friend was there with him, playing the game like they used to. Though, his friend is actually back in town. She's the 'new girl' in town, and boy, is he surprised to find that his old 'nerdy tom-boy' friend is now a 'cute girly girl.'
What lays ahead for these two old friends now?
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 1:24 pm
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 11:57 am
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[Sarah Marley Guiry][Smalls][Sixteen][May 23rd] [It's just been me and my dad for as long as I can remember. Apparently after my mom had me, she ditched my father and me for a younger man, which makes me glad I never got to know her (she doesn't exactly sound like a great person.) Anyway, because it was just me and my dad, I was a bit of tom-boy in elementary school, only hanged out with boys really back then. I mean, my best friend was a boy! We used to play baseball, yes baseball, together with other boy on our street. It seemed like we'd always do that, but then my dad got remarried and I had to move away. At first, I despised my step-mom for taking me away from my friends. But, really, she helped change me into the girl I am today! The way a girl should be.] [A social butterfly, that's what I am. I enjoy chatting with people and making friends, being kind and helpful. Sometimes I trust people too easily, but I do think with my head and not my heart.] [I'm still pretty good at baseball. I just haven't played it in awhile. Like, for six years.]
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 10:13 am
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 10:35 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 10:55 pm
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In a couple of minutes, Sarah was standing outside of the high school, looking up at it with a nervous look, absentmindedly messing with a strand of her hair. What if she didn't make any new friends? What if she couldn't find any of her old friends? That was a bit more terrifying than not making any new friends at all. It'd been six years, they probably had forgotten about little old Smalls, the weirdo tom-boy. Even if they didn't, would they recognize her? She wasn't exactly wearing her signature baseball cap with the worn out jeans and converses. No, she was wearing a pair of pale pink ballet flats, a white ruffled skirt, and a pink/white stripped knit sweater. Taking a deep breath, the young female shook those thoughts away, realizing it wouldn't help to dwell on the little things. With her mind focusing back on making new friends, she marched up the steps of the school, her head held high ready for the day of school ahead.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:00 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:21 pm
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'Where is it... Where is that darn paper?' Sarah thought as she rummaged through her bag, searching for her schedule and the paper with her locker number on it. She should have kept it in her hands instead of stuffing it in her bag when she had been approached by a group of girls, whose names she could not recall, to ask if she needed to be shown around school. She had politely told them no, having remembered the layout of the school from the times she had visited it when she was younger. Though, that was mostly only to see the high school's baseball team with her friends. She used to joke about how one day they'd all be on it, and how her best friend, Batsu, would be the star of the team. Back then, it was just a joke. But.. For all she knew, he probably could have become the star player! She should have dropped by his house as soon as she got back, to catch up, but her father had kept that from happening by keeping her busy. "Here they are!" she whispered to herself as she pulled out the papers she was looking for, and just in time. The bell rang just as she glanced over her schedule.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 2:25 pm
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 2:55 pm
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"Okay, first period: English lll honors. Room.." Sarah muttered to herself as she looked over her schedule, memorizing the room number before going over her mental map of the school. A second later she was hurrying down the hallways to the classroom, making sure not to bump into anyone as she did so. English was one of her favorite classes, and she was glad to have it at the beginning of school. All she hoped was for her teacher to actually teach useful stuff, not give middle school work. Maybe, if she was lucky enough, one of the girls from the group she had bumped into earlier would be there. Or even one of her old friends! 'Wow, don't get your hopes up, girl!' With a sigh, knowing that her inner voice was right, she entered the classroom, taking one of the front seats by the window.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 2:57 pm
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 4:37 pm
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 4:47 pm
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