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| 21 Jan 2016 07:19 PM |
You awake, hearing a soft 'tick' on your window. The sound persisted, the ticking not ceasing. With sleep still blurring your eyes, you reach up to rub them, clearing the blur in its entirety as if it were magic.
Able to see now, you look around your room and spot James, sitting down before the window where the soft 'tick' noises were coming from. His tail was waving side to side, probably anticipating what was behind the curtains.
Like James, you felt an urge to investigate the mysterious 'ticking' sound and find out what was causing it. |
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PawzKat
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| 21 Jan 2016 08:38 PM |
| A yawn slips from my parted lips, and I sleepily stretched. Feeling the pressure ease as a loud 'crack' ensues, I slip out from beneath my thin bedspread. Moving towards the window and my cat, I pad across the room. "Mmm, James, whaddya see?" I yawn, reaching out with my left hand to pull back the curtain concealing that mysterious noise. |
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| 21 Jan 2016 09:20 PM |
Upon pulling back the curtain, you witness a squirrel beating a walnut against the wooden window sill, hoping to discover its delicious contents within. However, his plans were disrupted when you pulled aside the curtain, and he hurriedly scurried away, frightened by your sudden appearance.
Hmph, no wonder James was so interested in the window sill. Silly cat.
Looking at the alarm clock next to your bed, you see that you'll have to catch the bus relatively soon, and you had little time to fiddle with.
You rush into the bathroom, rubbing your eyes once more to remove any traces of left over blurriness before looking into the mirror to see that... Well, I'm not entirely sure.
Can you tell me what you look like once again? |
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PawzKat
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| 22 Jan 2016 07:36 AM |
Resisting the urge to scowl at my appearance in the mirror, or at least make a face or two, I waste no time in getting ready for the day. Regardless, a quick glance in the mirror confirms that I am the same person that I had seen yesterday, and the morning before that. A tall, broad-shouldered woman with a flat figure, and light brown eyes. Using a comb, I neaten the messy bedhead that had overtaken my blond, boyishly cut hair. It wouldn't be a stretch to say I'm in my late twenties, early thirties, though the dark smudges circling beneath my eyes are deceptive, hinting at someone more weathered. Oh well, that's what I get for working late.
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| 22 Jan 2016 11:30 AM |
(Pawz, you're a teenager ya goof. I mentioned you were going to school on the bus I do believe. Sorry if that was confusing.)
Well, after investigating your peculiar features, you realize that you have about ten or so minutes before having to catch the school bus. Would you like to grab a bite to eat? Maybe shower off? |
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| 22 Jan 2016 11:33 AM |
Oh shoot. Wow, I really gotta practice my reading comprehension. ]
Shower in the morning? Please, I wouldn't have enough time. I decide to shuffle into the kitchen, poking about the cupboards for a box of cereal. Or perhaps a granola bar. Something fast and easy, that I can polish off quickly. |
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| 22 Jan 2016 11:54 AM |
| Poking around the cupboard you manage to find a box of cereal, but as you pick it up, you realize that it's entirely empty. You curse under your breath and toss it aside, your hand finally meeting what your alternative breakfast; a granola bar. What do you do next? |
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| 23 Jan 2016 08:01 PM |
| Flipping over the bar, I read it's labels, intent on figuring out it's kind. I've very persnickety when it comes to granola bars, you see. |
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| 23 Jan 2016 09:08 PM |
| It was a bar filled with the usual nuts and oats all held together by sugar. |
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| 23 Jan 2016 09:46 PM |
| Good enough for me! Stuffing it into my pockets, I search around for my backpack, in hopes of getting it ready before the bus arrived. Oh, and I should probably feed the cat. |
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| 23 Jan 2016 11:34 PM |
You stuff the granola bar into your backpack, finding your backpack nearby in the living room. With a few pats on James' head, you leave your home and head to your street corner to wait for the bus.
There you spot the new kid. He had earbuds in, like every other day and you two had never spoken, despite having gone to the same bus stop every day for two months now.
As matter of fact, you didn't even know him name. He was more of an outcast though, like yourself. |
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| 25 Jan 2016 07:37 AM |
Yay, I'm a loser.
I stand awkwardly next to him, if not stiffly. From experience I know you don't bother people with earbuds in - they kinda want to be left out - and yet it's ridiculous that I still can't attach a name to him. It's been two friggin' months after all. In the meantime, I've decided to call him Earbuds. (Creative, I know; I'm a plethora of ideas.) |
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| 26 Jan 2016 09:43 PM |
You sit in your general awkwardness until the bus comes. Earbuds gets on before you, heading down the aisle to sit by himself. You manage to catch a glimpse of his face. He wears a black beanie with accompanying red stripes, so his hair was relatively hidden other than the black locks that hung out in odd places. His eyes were a light blue and help deep, darker gray pockets beneath them. His face was generally pretty thin, his cheekbones showing prominently along with his chin which showed blatantly as well. His hoodless jacket was black in color and the collar was propped back.
That was all you managed to catch, though. You went to sit down next to your friend, your only friend; Taylor Winters. She was looking down at her phone and didn't look up when you say down. |
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| 27 Jan 2016 07:55 AM |
| Sitting besides her, I folded my hands over her lap, waiting a few seconds before opening my mouth to greet her. "Hey Taylor," I said, resisting the urge to peep at what she was doing on her phone. [Stop being so nosy, me.] "Whatcha up too?" Smiling at her, I sat there, expectant of a response. |
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| 27 Jan 2016 04:21 PM |
Taylor looked like she was about to blow up after hearing you speak to her. "Ugh, put a sock in it you cow," she responds agitated.
Oh, that's right. You guys were uh, sort of friends, or rather on mutual terms. Like you, she had few friends and you two say together just because you practically had to. Strength in numbers, right? Do you say anything in response, or possibly just slip your earbuds in and let the music take you? |
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| 28 Jan 2016 07:37 AM |
| Right, I forgot. Silly me. Well, I'm not going to respond. Anyways, what would I say, "Yea, you too?" Nope. I guess I'll take the easy way out on this one. Taking out my own music device, I slip the earbuds into my ears and prepare to wait out the rest of the ride. |
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| 30 Jan 2016 11:20 AM |
You do so, and before you know it, you're at school and the bus unloads. Many things were thrown around throughout the ride and kids were blasting their own music on loud, portable speakers. Thank goodness you were accustomed to this already or else it would be unbearable.
Time to go to homeroom; yours was in the gym.
(Mind if we time-skip? School isn't going to hold anything interesting today.)
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| 01 Feb 2016 07:29 AM |
| Yes please, timeskip for Pawz. :p ] |
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| 01 Feb 2016 07:02 PM |
You find yourself finally getting off the bus and walking down your street to your home. Earbuds walks the opposite direction.
After walking for a few minutes, you unlock your home using a spare key on your lanyard, walking in and heading upstairs to your room. You jump face-first onto your bed, relaxing for a few moments.
You've got some math homework to do and a bit of Physics, but you didn't want to.
It was Friday, and you could do anything you desired, thank goodness. |
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| 02 Feb 2016 07:35 AM |
| (Damn, both of my sorest subjects!) Well, I should probably feed my cat first. I imagine he would be quite hungry in the time frame I've been gone. Though I suppose one of my parents[?] could have fed him. After tossing my backpack on my bed, I search for my cat. |
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| 02 Feb 2016 03:37 PM |
Your father would have if he were home, but he had to depart this morning for another business trip all the way across the world in Kuwait. He'd be gone your entire break Spring break.
You search for James, not finding him in his usual relaxation places, which was odd. You search all over the house and even out in your backyard, not able to find him.
He was never away from home, and the thought that he was gone was a daunting one. |
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| 08 Feb 2016 11:45 AM |
| Strapping on my shoes, I prepare to search my neighborhood. No way in hell I'm giving up after only searching the house and backyard. As a precaution, I decide to tote along some of his favorite treats - just in case. "James! Here Kitty Kitty!" I call out, as I step away from my home in search of my beloved cat. |
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| 08 Feb 2016 05:52 PM |
| You search for an hour, yet you don't find him in the house. You start to panic. |
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| 11 Feb 2016 08:03 AM |
| Jesus christ, how does the cat even get out. Okay, I'll ask my parents if they've seen James. Are they home yet? |
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