` early october

[ophelia ann o'neil]

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[/b]phelia sighed, grabbing a hair tie from the pocket of her jacket, slowly tying her hair up, tucking some stray strands behind her ear. With a frown, the nineteen year old glanced at the field. With, yet, another sigh, she big her cheek and grabbed her soccer ball and put it under her arm. It had been a while since she kicked her soccer ball around and when she thought about it, she was actually glad to be out here - it had been a while since she had been outside. To be honest and straight forward, school sucked and it was making her stay up late at night which made her sleep late and miss her classes - it wasn't good.

Clicking her tongue, she stopped on the sidelines of the field, setting down her soccer ball and jacket, quickly noticing how the temperature dropped when she took off her jacket and she immediately regretted wearing only her soccer uniform. Licking her lips, she started jogging around the field, breathing steadily and focusing on the sight ahead of her. As she ran, she noticed how empty the walk over there was, normally people would be walking toward the school building or quickly walking off the school ground to do who knows what.

status , finished
notes , oh my gosh, this sucks to bad D; OPEN
words , cancels option

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[juliet katherine weston.]

The eighteen-year-old's tall, slender shape was silhouetted against the slowly setting sun. Julie wasn't athletic at all - quite the opposite, actually. Being a klutz didn't exactly allow her to play sports without falling flat on her face, spraining something, and hurting someone else in the process, usually by knocking them over...she smiled wryly and crossed her arms against the cold. She was only wearing track pants and a light jacket - she hadn't expected it to be this cold. Julie was walking a bit, because sometimes, just sometimes, she could walk on a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip on. Sometimes. Her grin widened as she focused on the ground before her, only glancing up when she heard footsteps approaching her on her right.

The soccer field was quite pretty - glistening green and white, with proud goal posts on either side. Julie wished she was able to play without injuring multiple people, but as she glanced in the direction of the footsteps, she saw a girl running in her direction. Julie squinted as the girl came nearer - it was Ophelia O'Neil, a friend of Julie's. She turned and waved. Hey! she called to her friend, while wondering how people could run so fast. Ophelia was the opposite of Julie in many ways.

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status: done.
notes: ehh mine sucks too xD
words: 217. EW.

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