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Nov 25, 2006 14:21:12 GMT -5
Post by Christine Madeline Angolo on Nov 25, 2006 14:21:12 GMT -5
Christine flew and landed softly on the grass, then looked for her friends.
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Nov 25, 2006 14:23:21 GMT -5
Post by Myou on Nov 25, 2006 14:23:21 GMT -5
Martina landed behind christine.
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Nov 25, 2006 14:26:08 GMT -5
Post by Christine Madeline Angolo on Nov 25, 2006 14:26:08 GMT -5
Christine looked around, then walked toward a black pile of burnt wood.
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Nov 25, 2006 14:27:17 GMT -5
Post by Myou on Nov 25, 2006 14:27:17 GMT -5
Marti followed" so do u have a date or is it something else?" she asked .*coghagaincough*
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Nov 25, 2006 14:28:24 GMT -5
Post by Alina on Nov 25, 2006 14:28:24 GMT -5
Alina followed them to the pile of wood..."This is strange..."
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Nov 25, 2006 14:39:06 GMT -5
Post by Christine Madeline Angolo on Nov 25, 2006 14:39:06 GMT -5
"My home. Voldemort killed them. I burnt this place." Christine looked around, then began walking down the street.
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Nov 25, 2006 14:44:33 GMT -5
Post by Myou on Nov 25, 2006 14:44:33 GMT -5
martina followed her.......'i can't even belive that he's my uncle.......' she thought
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Nov 25, 2006 14:45:10 GMT -5
Post by Alina on Nov 25, 2006 14:45:10 GMT -5
Alina stayed silent, but followed in their wake.
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Nov 25, 2006 14:53:01 GMT -5
Post by Christine Madeline Angolo on Nov 25, 2006 14:53:01 GMT -5
Finally Christine came to an old park, climbed onto one of the swings, and motioned for the other two to hide.
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Nov 25, 2006 14:54:30 GMT -5
Post by Alina on Nov 25, 2006 14:54:30 GMT -5
Alina took the sign and climbed up a tree at the edge of the park, hidden by branches.
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Nov 25, 2006 14:56:27 GMT -5
Post by Myou on Nov 25, 2006 14:56:27 GMT -5
martina disappered and flew into the air. she could not be spotted from ANY angel.
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Nov 25, 2006 15:00:43 GMT -5
Post by Christine Madeline Angolo on Nov 25, 2006 15:00:43 GMT -5
Christine held her breath and smiled when the swing moved. the swing flew upwards and then as it came back down was caught by a boy about 15 years old with dark skin, hair and eyes and about a foot taller than Christine. Christine smiled, he smiled back, and she motioned for them to meet him.
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Nov 25, 2006 15:03:20 GMT -5
Post by Alina on Nov 25, 2006 15:03:20 GMT -5
Alina hopped silently out of the tree and walked over, smirking a little.
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Nov 25, 2006 15:08:06 GMT -5
Post by Myou on Nov 25, 2006 15:08:06 GMT -5
martina hovered down and was right above the boys head. she jumped down and stood next the alina
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Nov 25, 2006 15:17:28 GMT -5
Post by Christine Madeline Angolo on Nov 25, 2006 15:17:28 GMT -5
"Alina, Martina, meet Elie. Elie, meet Alina and Martina."
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