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Post by Lizzy Richards on Nov 27, 2007 16:46:25 GMT -5
Lizzy let a sigh escape as she opened up her five hundred pound text book. This was the worst subject other then math. She hated memorizing dates and stupid things about our nations past. The past was so boring.
Liz leaned back in her seat and jotted down a few notes here and there when the stuff seemed important, or when the teacher turned from the black board. She always looked like she was working diligently, but she was usually day dreaming.
She could never wait till practice, it was the only thing to make her day. But during one of her day dreams her pencil fell into the isle next to her.
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