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Post by darkvampireangel on Mar 16, 2006 0:41:35 GMT
Alana walked silently down the corridor. She wasn't really going anwhere she was just walking. She was feeling sad, depressed, angry and she didn't know why. It became too much for her and Alana sank to the floor, tears running down her face. As she sat on the floor crying she wondered when it would all end. The pain, the memories, the war... why couldn't it all just stop? She sat there crying for a few minutes and thought 'Wouldn't it be easier if I wasn't even here?' Then, she remembered her own personal motto "Excuses are for the weak." and Alana Elizabeth Risika James, was not weak. 'Get a grip on yourself!' she scolded herself silently
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Post by Prof Octavious Everritt on Mar 16, 2006 7:39:44 GMT
Walking down the corridor, Prof Addis saw a student who's eyes showed a battle within. He stopped before her and asked her, "Are you alright?"
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Post by darkvampireangel on Mar 16, 2006 11:54:09 GMT
"Are you alright?" Alana looked up, it was Proffesor Addis. "Oh hi Proffesor" she replied. "I was just thinking about some things."
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Post by Prof Octavious Everritt on Mar 16, 2006 12:18:57 GMT
"Whatever has made you down, don't think about it. Think about happy memories, times where you laughed, felt good. Just a helpful hint." Leigh explained.
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Post by darkvampireangel on Mar 16, 2006 12:27:13 GMT
Alana laughed. "Thanks Proffesor, that's what I've been trying to do."
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Post by Prof Octavious Everritt on Mar 16, 2006 12:39:48 GMT
"See, already it's working." He laughed himself.
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