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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Jan 1, 2008 20:36:43 GMT -5
"Locker 226, right? No, it's 227. Is it?" Halfway through freshman year and Delaney still couldn't remember which locker was hers, she always stopped at the wrong one and could never open it. And once she found the right one, she could never remember the combination. "Yeah, it's 227. Now what's the damn combination... 26 - 16 - 36... no, too many sixes. It's got to be 38. Sure, let's try that." Yeah, you could call it talking to yourself, but Delaney would prefer to call it reasoning; it makes her seem less insane. She tried the combination and the locker opened, miraciously, revealing it's contents. Inside, it had some pictures of her family magneted on, a mini umbrella, a Geometry book, a Physical Science ook and a World History book, three of her core classes.
She managed to shove another book in, this time a Literiture Year One textbook, and with that she closed the locker... and managed to get her blue and green checkered dress stuck in the hinge. "Oh shoot." She scoffed. She pulled it and pulled it until she heard a seam rip, and then she knew pulling it wouldn't work so she was stuck... to her locker. How lame... she thought to herself. I must look like a total loser.
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 1, 2008 20:46:28 GMT -5
Dakota walked to her locker. Number 230. She noticed a girl having trouble. 'She must be a freshman.' Dakota thought. Dakota walked over there and said "Having trouble?"
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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Jan 1, 2008 20:48:41 GMT -5
"Just a little, my dress is caught in the hinge. Which is a miracle in itself because I'm shocked that I could even get it open. Public school didn't have lockers and I'm as horrible coordinated as it is..." Her speech raced as her mind did. She was going through mental files trying to remember who this was... and she couldn't for the life of her, but she seemed pretty nice. "I'm Delaney Konstantine, freshman. I don't recall knowing you... ummmm...?" She was so awkward.
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 1, 2008 20:50:55 GMT -5
Dakota laughed and said "Dakota Woods. Junior." She looked at her dress and said "That happened to me once. Can I help you in any way?"
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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Jan 1, 2008 20:53:08 GMT -5
"Oh, pleasure to meet you. Um, I don't think theres much you can do unless you can magically remember my combination... I can never remember the last number." She chuckeled, but inwardly cursed herself for being so forgetful. I swear, the only thing I ever remember is lines, coreography and music. She thought.
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 1, 2008 21:00:26 GMT -5
Dakota laughed and said "You could rip it. That's what I had to do with mine."
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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Jan 1, 2008 21:03:19 GMT -5
Delaney gasped slightly. "I love this dress. Maybe if I reopen my locker then unwedge it?" She asked, not even really to Dakota, just asking in genreal. But she really did like the dress, her mom got her it for christmas, so it was almost brand new... She would hate to rip it, she would feel so bad. "Oh, what do I care. Here, let's try this. I'll open it and if you could maybe help me get it out that would be really nice." She smiled awkwardly, hoping she didn't seem imposing...
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 1, 2008 21:09:10 GMT -5
"Sure." Dakota said, shrugging. She would feel bad if she didn't help the poor girl.
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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Jan 1, 2008 21:13:55 GMT -5
"Okay. Um..." She was struggling with the combination. Crap, she sure looked like a retard now. It's not 36, at the end. DAMN. What worked last time? 37? No, there's no more sevens outside of my locker number. It has to be 38 or 39. I'll try 39 first. So she did. No luck. "Um... sorry, still trying to remember a bit, um sorry again." Okay it has to be 38. And sure enough. "Okay so we have to gently wiggle it I guess...." She shrugged. She started to wiggle and saw where the ripped sean was. She could fix that later, sewing is somewhat easy. Not. She wiggled more and some more of the left side came free. It was crinkled and messed up but that's nothing an iron wouldn't fix. "Just a little more, thanks so much for doing this."
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 1, 2008 21:19:07 GMT -5
"You're welcome." Dakota said as she helped her get her dress uncaught. It finally came undone and said "Good as new.. kinda."
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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Jan 1, 2008 21:23:52 GMT -5
"It will be, it's just crinkled. Thanks so much, you're really nice. We should hang out sometime." Idiot, you sound like you're asking her out... great, now she thinks you're a freak. She smoothed the dress back onto her side, took three steps back and then closed the locker, so this time nothing got stuck.
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 1, 2008 21:33:17 GMT -5
"Yeah. Maybe tomorrow?" Dakota asked.
"And I'm glad your dress is going to be okay. It's a pretty dress." Dakota added.
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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Jan 1, 2008 21:35:20 GMT -5
"Thanks." She grinned like the Cheshire Cat ((OOC:I like Alice In Wonderland a little too much)) and looked down at her dress and realized that she was standing pigeon-toed like she always does and straightened up. "Sure tomorrow would be great, at the beach or Starbucks or something." Yay, she was making a friend.
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Post by Dakota Woods on Jan 1, 2008 21:40:43 GMT -5
"Ohh Those are my two favorite places!" Dakota said happily.
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Post by { D E L A N E Y konstantine on Jan 1, 2008 21:41:58 GMT -5
"No way, me too! I went to grade school across the street from the beach, but not a Florida beach. California beaches are much different. But, luckily, starbucks is the same everywhere!" She laughed.
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