A seventeen year old girl, slightly too small for her age, wandered across the grounds. She was stuffing a piece of paper into her pocket on her way and fumbling with a notebook at the same time. Her honey-colored eyes were focused, barely less bright than usual. And her hair, the same color as her eyes, fell clear to her hips. She hadn't bothered to pull it back. She had a red baseball cap on, anyway.
She glanced at the notice on the door. What was it? Well, certainly it was relatively important. But urgent just sounded so much like someone was DYING. Did that make it personal? Or casual? Or... Should she knock once and a half? Was that even possible? She sighed. "Errrrm..." She knocked out a seven beat rhythm instead. "That means one and a half!" she shouted.
__________________ [[I ♥ Amanda]]
[[WatermelonJollyRanchers<3]]
"I'm sure you could purchase him somewhere."
She loves to [laugh][sing][move][groove]
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