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Post by cj on Dec 31, 2007 15:09:15 GMT -5
Rain was good. It washed away things, people could dance in it, and it gave plants and other animals water. Rain benifited the planet. But not Caraja. Don't get her wrong. She usually loved the rain. Just not when she had to walk through it, get completely soaked, and then head to lunch. That just wasn't fair. And she'd even put her short hair into a faux mohawk today! But because of the rain her hair was flattened down to her head. And as soon as it started drying? It would start popping up into tight curls, making a mini afro around her head. Not a course of action she really wanted it to do but couldn't stop it.
Once into the dining room CJ looked around for an empty table to put her bag under. Normally she'd eat outside, even in the cold. But she was being forced inside by the rain. Another reason to hate it at the moment. She found one and threw her bag under it, ignoring the stares she got from other people in the room. CJ knew what she looked like. All she could really be happy about right now was the fact that her shirt was black instead of white. This way, no one was able to see her bra. That was a small highlight but she'd take whatever she got right then.
She moved into the line to grab a salad. CJ didn't think she could eat all that much. She just wasn't hungry. but she also wasn't stupid and knew better than to play a sport on an empty stomach. And she had practice 8th period. In the rain. While that didn't bother her, because mud didn't bug her and because she could go home right after, being soaking wet right now did. Every few minutes and she'd shiver slightly. The room was pretty cool and it made goosebumps raise on her skin slightly. CJ wished she still had her jacket with her. But no. She'd left it in her locker because she hadn't thought it would rain until later. How wrong she'd been.
As she was heading back toward her seat with her salad when her arm made her bump into someone. CJ turned her head to apologize when she saw who it was. |
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