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Post by Aine O'callaghan on Oct 5, 2007 10:45:29 GMT -5
Aine was early to her class this time. Sitting down at the table in the back like she was told too, she pulled out the note that Alice gave her with the Cullen address. She stared at it under the desk as the teacher started a lesson on finding different cubic volumes on shapes.
Alice's hand writing was very neat and smooth, as expected for someone whose lived longer than anyone else in this class room. She remembered, that back even during her human life, they taught everyone to write in cursive and other types of elegent script.
She spent most of the class thinking to herself, only speaking when she was asked to answer a problem on the board. She tucked the paper away, walked up, solved it, and sat back down silently. It wasn't a problem for someone who's taken this class for the 6th time.
Finally the bell rang. She got up silently and gracefully walked outside the class room, her bag on her shoulder, and her books held close to her as if she were afraid to drop them. She had her eyes closed as she walked.
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