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Post by ohskittles.its[kira] on Feb 24, 2008 17:55:13 GMT -5
Justin opened the door to his dorm, the Hierba Dorm and walked inside, his bag of crap slung over his shoulder. Walking in he glanced around. Seemed to have everything it needed, most likely he wouldn't spend too much time here. Or at least he hoped so. Justin tossed his stuff down on one of the beds and then moved a short stool over a few feet, over to the side of his bed. Then he unzipped his bag and began to pull things out. But the first thing he pulled out was a magazine he'd not read yet, so he sat on one of the chairs and began to read it.
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Post by zomgitsbrookey on Feb 26, 2008 2:27:11 GMT -5
J A S O N
I passed through the corridors for the dorms in the universities. Once I reached a door I checked my slip of paper stating the number of my dorm. I opened the door, turning the colden plated handle. I walked in and I saw another guy in there reading his magazine. Closing the door behind me I walked over to the bed and placed my things down roughly. I wondered if he noticed me grabbing a horse study book out of my back pack. I wasn't tolerant of people calling me a nerd or a pussy just because I was looking at a horse book. After all I was studing to become a horse trainer. I wanted to learn how to ride, but my mother couldn't afford it. So now I was stuck here at a university, they probably wouldn't teach me anything worth learning. So I found no point in being here anyway. Oh well, take a break from the neighbour hood. Keeping track of every move I make.
So there I was, in a new school. Crossed legged reading my study book on horses.
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