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Post by Holden Sian Clarkson on Feb 16, 2009 3:49:58 GMT -5
  Holden was late, she already knew it, not that she really cared if she attended any of the classes here. They were a breeze compared to the classes she took when she used to live in France. Holden was still suffering from moments of nostalgia, even though she had already been living here for a year. She missed France, more than anything, and living here was a culture shock for her. But it wasn’t like she had the option of running away. No matter where she ran to, her parents would be able to find her, Holden already knew that. They still seemed to love her, even with the reports they got of her skipping class and other things. But Holden was still maintaining passing grades, so her slacking off didn’t mean much. Ever since coming here, Holden had felt the need for distressing more often. The people here seemed different from the ones back home, and East Side High seemed so overly cliquey. But even Holden had found herself a group, and surprisingly enough, one of the elite groups. She had been able to blend into the elite rockers groups mostly because of her love for music and her sense of style. With out the group she was in now, she would have been a complete outcast.
Holden still drove past the school, even though she was running late. She would decide on whether to go or not by how many cars she saw parked and how many people were running inside. The parking lot was full, but empty of people. Holden only slowed to take a glance and survey the scene, before speeding off away from the school. Another day of skipping school. It was already her second time this week. She was continually promising herself that she would stop this constant skipping of school, but it seemed to have grown on her. Well whom wouldn’t it grow on? Knowing that you are missing school is pure bliss; except for when you get caught. But most of the parents around here didn’t seem to care that much about it anyways.
Holden arrived at the beach, pulling into a spot near the sidewalk. She had come to the one edge of the beach that not many people came to. And of course, it just so happened to be her favorite spot due to how empty it usually was. Holden climbed out of her car, and scrambled to lie down on the car’s hood. The sky was already bright, shining into her eyes. Today she wore a vintage Beatles shirt that she had gotten from her mother. It didn’t completely cover her stomach, but it didn’t expose too much, no more than an inch. Then there were her jeans and the regular converse. Holden wedged the packet of cigarettes out of her pocket, holding them above her so they blocked out the sun. She wanted to smoke one, but she knew how unattractive some people in America found it to smoke. It was a hard habit to break, especially if you had been doing it since you were thirteen.
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