Jen gave Logan a look, then asked Emmy, "What books you like to read?"
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Kayla was glad to see Jen and Peter had the same lunch time as them. She placed her try down. intorducing herself to this boy and girl she never knew

Emmy thought for a moment. "I like reading adventure stories, classics, romance, poetry, that sort of thing. My favorites are Anne of Green Gables, The Chronicles of Narnia, Jane Austen novels, and just about any sonnet by Tennyson or Shakespeare."
"Jane Austen?" Logan said. "We just had a question on our quiz about her. I think I nailed it."
"Doubt it," Emmy said drily. Logan ignored her comment. Just then, another girl came to the table and introduced herself as Kayla.
"Hi, I'm Logan." Logan said. Emmy just grinned politely at first, so Logan introduced her for her. "And that's Emmy, my sister... She's sort of boring."

Kayla shrugged, and sat down. "I guess you're not." She gave logan a smirk. "Oh, and my name is Kayla."
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Jen smiled, "I love Narnia! Jill is my favorite, who's yours?"

"Me boring? Never," He laughed.
Emmy grinned. "Jill is my favorite, too. And Polly."
Logan decided he wanted to join Jen and Emmy's conversation. "My favorite character was Legolas, the elf dude."
Emmy rolled her eyes. "Logan, Legolas isn't in Narnia."
"Are you sure? He was in the movie."
"That was Lord of the Rings," Emmy answered.
Logan thought a moment, and then shrugged. "Okay, whatever. I still thought he was cool." He looked to Kayla and Peter. "Anyone agree?"

Peter chuckled, "Yeah, Legolas is pretty cool in Lord of the Ring's. My favorite Narnia character is Eustace."
Kayla laughed, "You are Eustace, Peter. Anyways, I like Lucy."

Later at lunch Brian came in a little late. After gathering a try and scooping up what food was left he glanced around the cafeteria looking for a table to sit at. Playing his eyes around he spotted a table filled with people he knew. Peter, Jen...or never seen that girl. Kayla....Logan he groaned inwardly and set his face to an emotionless scowl. If I have to sit at a table with him I will...here go's nothingStriding over he picked a seat between Kayla and Logan. He felt every limb tense as he sat near the other boy. His dark brown eyes flicked to look at him before switching to his food. "Hey guys..." he said swiveling his legs in. "That quiz in English class was a challenge, but I did my best." forcing a tight smile he extended his hand across the table to the girl he had never seen before. "Hello my name is Brian. Nice to meet you" He couldn't help but notice Logan's expression, what's his problem? He thought trying his best to ignore the boy

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Maralyn smile a bit "Your going to be such a good Father." her eyes fluttered closed submitting to the pull of sleep that was conquering her

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Abigal watched intently, contented for the time being. He thoughts strayed only twice to her stiff aching legs but she tried to ignore them. The doctors hadn't gotten a chance to do surgery, because the surgeon had said it wasn't a good idea to operate on her legs. But with the season of fall steadily approaching and her marriage date as well she was getting worried she would be going up the aisle in a wheel chair. The movie's music became louder and she shifted her thoughts back to the entertainment

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Ian eventually in the end, ordered a steak, light wine, and various other side dishes. Mash potatoes, vegetables and other things. Milania ordered the same, except she wanted her steak rare instead of well done. The sat staring into each others eyes while waiting for the food. Ian's were a deep calming blue with emotion swirling in them like the sea, hers were a brownish red, a pool of dark mystery.

"Your hair....is shorter" she whispered breaking the silence between them like a knife. He had enjoyed the peace and was now forced to bring up a subject he would rather forget.

"My hair was cut by those prison jerks back there. It's grown back some but I'm still waiting for all of it. Like it used to be..." Sighing he took her hand across the table "You haven't changed though..." he wasn't sure whether to think of that as a good or bad thing

Chuckling, she leaned back in her chair releasing his hand "Well your looks haven't changed Ian" she smiled "But something about you is different."

"Well I hope that change is good" he stated and sat up as their food arrived. The tantalizing smell floated up through his nostrils and he dug in hungrily

Justin answered, "THanks."
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Peter smiled at his friend. "Probably the most fun quiz taking I'll have all year." He finished off his lunch, then thought someore about basketblal tryouts, praying he would make it.
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Amanda watched her friend fall to sleep, then pulled a blanket over her and took the DVD out.everything was so still...and quiet.

As Maya laid back onto her mattress lying in a corner in the attac in her father's home, she felt the sheering pain shoot up her middle and into her back. Tonight had been one of the worst nights she could remember since her mother's death. He had come home only half-drunk, which was worse than fully drunk. She hadn't gotten his dinner fast enough, causing her father to get mad and abusive.
Turning on her side, she grimaced against the pain. She reached up to touch her bruised cheek. Her eyes where almost swollen shut and and her head felt like a used punchingbag. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, so she just laid there, trying to ignore the pain and think of something else, but her mind kept wandering back. How long had this been happening? Four years? Too long. Her mother had told her when she had been eleven that she looked two years older. Maybe she could get away from her father and pass as a seventeen year old.
As she began to plan her escape, she finally drifted into a troubled sleep.

Peter was dumping the trash from this lunchbag in teh trash can, when he saw what looked like a girl hising behind a tree. Confused, he rushed back to his freinds in silence, not sure what to say.

One more door to go, and then she would be free. Reaching for the door nob, it turn under her hand and the door swung open. There stood her father, angry and furious. He grabbed her ruffly and pulled her inside. As his hand raised above her head, ready to slap her, and she sceamed.

Sitting up in bed, Maya realized it was only a nightmare. Slumping back down into the covers, she groaned against the pain. She slowly slid the covers off her legs and wrapped her right hand around her aching ribs. As she stood up, she went dizzy with pain and shut her eyes. Then reopened them and tried to focus. She shook her her and her vision improved.

Walking across the small attac room to a hook behind the door, she retreived her worn jeans from the day before. She didn't bother to slip her belt through the jeans' loops, it would be too tight against her stomach. Pulling open the bottom drawer in her dresser, she pulled out a blue T-shirt and struggled into it. Sitting into the only chair in the room, she pulled her shoes on with lots of groans and grimaces.

Walking back to the dresser, she slowly looked into the mirro, dreading to see her swollen face. She looked terrible; she felt terrible. She didn't want to face her father; to face another day with him. She hardly ever got out of the house. Now with her face battered up, she didn't want to go out.

Jen noticed Peter's troubeld expression. "What is it?"
Peter glanced out the window, seeing the tree but nothing behind it. "I thought I saw someone all bruised and battered hiding there."

As the day wore on, every spare moment Maya had she sat herself down and planned her escape. She needed to get away. He was using all their money up. She couldn't wait until Saturday. She had to act, and act quickly.

Jen thought fro a minute. "Wow, that's strange. She doesn't go here does she?"
Peter shook his head. "I doubt it."

After lunch, Maya hurried throught her chores. Climbing up the stairs, two at a time, to her comfortable little room, she closed the door quietly. She needed to get ready for the day she would run and keep running until she knew she was safe. Pulling a worn duffel bag out from under her dresser, she unzipped it and quickly started filling it with her clothes. Then stuffed it back under the dresser. She didn't want her father to know she was planning on running.

Emmy paused a moment, then uncomfortably accepted Brian's handshake. "I'm Emiline. Emmy for short."

All throughout lunch, Logan sat beside Brian. When he had first seen him heading to the table, he wished the seat next to him wasn't the only empty one; but it was. Logan wasn't sure, but something about him was just so.... hard to get along with. Not that Logan was really trying to get along with him; he'd started not liking him about five seconds after he met him. He could tell Brian didn't like him either. Logan had decided it was his new mission to convince Peter that he was a much better person to hang out with than Brian.

After lunch, Logan noticed Peter and Jen staring strangely out the window. He quickly stepped up to them and tried to figure out what they were seeing. "Hey, guys, what's up?" He asked casually.