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Post by amanda on Jan 17, 2011 17:25:42 GMT -5
Amanda had finally faced her fear of people at a party, so now she was ready to do whatever the hell she pleased. If she ran into some people she could be cold and heartless and make them leave her the hell alone. So she had actually ventured not just out of her room but out of the school. Though she kind of went to the one place no one would go to in the middle of winter. The beach. Yup she had her guitar, her ipod and her notebook and she was walking from the bus station to the beach. Which was a decent amount of a walk, but it was all good she needed some excerise anyway.
So she finally neared the beach and sat down in the sand(far away from the water, it was frozen and to cold to really do anything at all). She sat her guitar down, took out her phone and checked the chat, nothing important was happening so she shut off the phone, deciding to ignore everyone and took out her guitar and smiled brightly. God it was her favorite thing in the world. the onlyt thing keeping her sane, instead of super crazy.
She heard a noise behind her and groaned. really, who actually comes to the beach? Stupid people.
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