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Post by Alice Cullen on Jan 22, 2010 11:28:28 GMT -5
With shopping done, Alice was heading back home. It wasn't her kind of shopping -- grocery shopping -- but it had to be done. She didn't mind, it was for Renesmee and there was nothing she wouldn't do for that little angel. With the least amount of bags that have ever been in her bag seats, Alice drove her yellow porche much too quickly down the roads of Forks. She had not needed to get very much food for Nessie, if she ate at Emily's too often all the food would go to waste. Of course, Alice and the other Cullens didn't care much, besides the awful mess it made when it got rotten, but Ness did.
About half way back home, something caught her eye on the side of the road she was approching. Slowing down to a stop, she rolled down her window and pulled off her sunglasses, exposing her butterscotch eyes. "What are you doing?" She leaned a little out of the window as she called out with a small grin.
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Jan 24, 2010 17:54:39 GMT -5
Perhaps carelessly tossing her essay into the passenger seat with the window down was among Charlotte's worst ideas. Especially since her laptop was up in her dorm, and she wouldn't have time to reprint the essay until after it was due for her class. If she could at least find it among the road she could type it up once again on her computer (she found it necessary to have a computer and lap top) and then just print it out. But it didn't seem like it was going to happen all to soon at this rate, unfortunately.
"Realizing why I need to keep my windows rolled up," Charlotte answered before turning around to face whoever had asked the question. The face was not all too familiar, like one that she had just seen among a crowd at a mall or something. Though with the unmistakable eyes she knew it had to be one of the Cullens, which one she wasn't sure. She'd just probably not mention this encounter to Embry. She wasn't sure how he would react, and didn't want to take any chances and have him totally flip out over it; that was something she could imagine him doing.
((:/ not my best, but it'll get better))
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