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Post by jordan taylor on Nov 9, 2007 10:12:27 GMT -5
Jordan walked down the slender hallway of pushy kids. She held up a small piece of paper "287," she muttered to herself. She scanned the numbers of the lockers with her bright green eyes. "Here we go," she smiled. Jordan opened her locker and packed it with her books. "Smash!" A voice called from down the hallway. Jordan turned and saw her friend, Nathan, running toward her. "Crash!" She laughed. That was Nathan's nickname. He laughed nervously. "What?" Jordan asked suspiciously. "I talked to Justin over the summer." Nathan grimaced. "What!?" Jordan yelled shrilly. "Why!? What could you possibly have to say to him?" "I didn't have anything to say to him, he forced me into a corner after work." Nathan sighed. Jordan sighed.
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