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izzyalienqueen) wrote2007-10-18 08:07 pm
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Room 406, evening
Fortunately work had been quiet and Isabel was able to get a significant amount of work done on her applications. That's why she didn't feel guilty when she grabbed her laptop and answered an email, then flipped on the TV to look for something cheesy to watch.
The door was open.
The door was open.
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"Sadly, I'm friends with all those obnoxious guys. We're, uh, sorta called '09ers." Meg said. "I try to be the voice of reason but you can imagine how well that works."
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"I was friends with the football team. After all, I was pretty, popular and blonde, it was required." The face she made should indicate what Isabel thought of that now. She still boggled at everything she did just to appear normal.
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"I think the thing here is that so many of us have had to deal with real life or death issues," she said slowly. "In that case, money and popularity really don't matter. You just want someone you can trust at your back."
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"Can I ask what you're hiding from?"
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