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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2007 1:32:31 GMT
Grace had her broom but none of the rest because she wasn't at the pitch for a team practice; she was in the mood for some high speed flying. She to a running-jump on her broom and zipped off towards the other side of the pitch. She reached it quickly, weaved between the goal posts and dashed towards the other end of the pitch again.
She did this for about fifteen minutes before she grew tired. Then she just went up and down like she was travelling over hills. She laughed at her own silliness and landed on the soft grass of the pitch. She rolled onto her back, breathing heavily, and held her broom in her hand to make sure it didn't try escape again.
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Post by rileybabe on Jun 17, 2007 1:41:57 GMT
Andie placed her hand over her mouth to muffle her giggling and snuck up to her friend. When she was close enough to jump, but still far enough away where she wouldn't be seen. She pounced. "Raaah!" she cried as she jumped her friend. Then she sat up like nothing had happened and smiled brightly. "Highya Gracie. Whatcha doin?"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2007 1:49:55 GMT
Grace had her eyes closed because she was concentrating on her breathing. In ... and out ... she thought as she breathed. But she couldn't think much more after she was pounced on. Grace shrieked and jumped to her feet but then lost her balance and fell onto her bottom.
She stared at the person who had jumped her and sighed in relief as she saw it was Andie. "Hey Andie," she said, her chest heaving, "I'm busy doing endurance training. I got the manual from ... um, ya, just flying really. And yourself?" She noticed that Andie didn't have her broom and was puzzled by this.
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