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Post by katrina clark on Jul 6, 2009 11:34:42 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ It was strange to be back at Eastside High, as it had been two months since the accident and two weeks since she had arrived back into the United States. Kat had changed in more ways that she would let on to her family, her friends and her other class mates. She was not stronger and more determined to become the woman she had always dreamt about. She knew that this year was going to be different. She needed to improve herself. There was people she needed to get along with; people she needed to meet; people she needed to become friends with. Was joining the school newspaper a good place to start? Or join one of the school's other clubs? These were decisions that Kat was currently making, while she sat on the wall in the school's parking lot as she waited for the school day to officially start. 'I would have of thought that I would actually miss this place?' she thought to herself. She had her I Pod on, it was playing natural sounds. Since leaving the Island, Kat had missed the sound of the Ocean; flowing back and forth upon the light sand. She had downloaded some tracks to help her sleep at night. She smiled as she saw her fellow island residents arrive in the parking lot. Some of them she had not really got along with or even spoken to until the day of the crash.
Today was the first day of school and this the day things were going to change...
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Post by mausumitaraneha on Jul 7, 2009 14:21:21 GMT -5
  tall and tan and young and lovely
the girl from ipanema goes walking
and when she passes, each one she passes goes ah
Tara sashayed down the street happily, her black strappy sandals clapping against the sidewalk as she made her way to Eastside High School. Her rich brown hair rippled in the cool, refreshing breeze and she swung the bag she was holding lightly. The bag she had brought with was one of Tara's favorites; the base color was brown and on the front it had a yellow, orange, and green print of a woman's head. The woman looked very diva like and had a citrus-colored fro that was so big only half of it fit on the bag.
Like any girl who cared about their reputation, Tara had dressed nicely for the first day of school. She had on black skinny jeans and a yellow, brown, and cream colored halter top. The outfit hinted summer, but was fancy enough to look nice, and colorful enough to be fun. Tara would die for fun. Tara's confidence (and tan complexion) also helped the outfit look good on her, and she was even more confident than usual that day because she was going back to school as a senior, meaning one more school-year and she was off to college -- on her way to become a woman of importance!
As she strolled through the parking-lot Tara noticed Katrina Clark. I'm pretty sure she was one of those kids who was missing for a while this summer. Tara thought, her blue-green eyes wide with curiosity. Tara had not been allowed to go with her class, for her family was very protective of her. At first Tara had been mad she wasn't allowed to go but after her classmates were reported missing she had mixed feelings of fear for her most likely dead friends and longing to be with them if they were on some daring adventure somewhere.
Tara quickened her pace and skipped up to Katrina with a smile on her lips. "Hi Katrina," she started. After eight years Tara's voice still held Indian accent, but she spoke English just as fluently as she spoke Hindu -- her speaking was just fast paced.
Miss Neha twirled the edge of her hair in between her fingertips and laughed. "If you do not mind my asking, what was it like? Being stranded on an island, I mean." Tara asked, tilting her head to the side in fiery curiosity.
when she walks, its like a samba
that swings so cool and sways so gentle
that when she passes, each one she passes goes ah
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` Lyrics ;; The Girl from Ipanema .. Astrud Gilberto
` Outfit ;; First Day of School |
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Post by katrina clark on Jul 10, 2009 13:21:07 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Kat was still nervous about the first day back at Eastside...she could feel that it was going to be hard, as they will all want to know what happened on the island...how we survived...what happened to the plane. Kat could feel her heart beginning to beat faster as people were now starting to arrive into the parking lot. She tried to keep a small smile on her face. She looked to the ground, suddenly she heard the noise of sandals slapping on the ground; she looked up and saw Tara coming towards her. Tara was one of the lucky students who were not on the island with herself and the others.
As Tara got closer, Kat took in a large breathe in and released it with a huge sigh. Kat heard Tara speak to her. "Hey Tara, how's things" she replied, as she watched Tara twril her hair. 'Here it comes...the question' she thought. And there it was...the question she was not looking forward to being asked. Kat gave out another sigh before she answered "It is had its good times and its bad times..." she paused "...I bet that you were glad that you were not on the plane"
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Post by mausumitaraneha on Jul 14, 2009 0:49:25 GMT -5
tall and tan and young and lovely
the girl from ipanema goes walking
and when she passes, each one she passes goes ah
Tara leaned against the wall and smiled at Katrina. "Things are good, my family and I visited my Uncle's family in Boston just a week ago. They just have one son, but he sure is a handful – I had to babysit once." Miss Neha laughed, recalling how Tapan had locked her out of the house because he, Naveen, and Sachi wanted to make cookies without her. Tara had ended up having to bust open a window before the two six-year-olds and one eight year old tried to mess with the oven.
The high school student nodded as Katrina spoke, realizing some kids were probably a little uneasy on the subject of the crash. But when Miss Clark went on Tara's blue-green eyes went wide and she shook her head. "No! I love the sound of adventure, I think it would have been a wonderful experience. I am not naive, I do realize there were hardships and difficulties, but you all seem fine physically," she sang, smiling. Tara did truly wish she had been on the plane. The crash must have been very scary, but adrenaline could be the most invigorating feeling one could ever dream of.
Tara slipped off into a daydream for a moment, wondering how her personality would have changed if she had been on the island. Tara was very high on the social ladder, along with Katrina Clark – and Tara was beginning to notice that cliques weren't as important among the victims of the crash anymore. Not that Tara was discriminating against anyone regularly, but she wondered about it.
when she walks, its like a samba
that swings so cool and sways so gentle
that when she passes, each one she passes goes ah
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` Lyrics ;; The Girl from Ipanema .. Astrud Gilberto
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Post by katrina clark on Jul 16, 2009 7:53:23 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Kat sighed as Tara replied, she was not herself today. Kat just wanted to be alone and finished the first day of school in one piece. "It was very scary..." Kat said, emphasing on the word 'very' "...and it was a interested experience, but we are all different in one way or another..." Kat paused, wanting to push Tara away from her. But suddenly something came to her mind. She will need friends more than ever now. She will need to become someone she thought that she could never become. Kat shook her head and smiled at Tara. "So, Tara...looking forward to the first day of school?" she asked, still smiling. I need to keep calm and be kind to all' she thought to herself as she waited for Tara's reply
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Post by mausumitaraneha on Jul 19, 2009 19:49:46 GMT -5
tall and tan and young and lovely
the girl from ipanema goes walking
and when she passes, each one she passes goes ah
Tara nodded as Katrina spoke. Obviously the topic made her uncomfortable, so Tara kept quiet until Katrina changed the subject. "I am, yes. School is fun for me," she said, running her hands through her dark hair.
Curiosity urged her to ask more about the crash, but common sense and sympathy told her that wasn't the right thing to do. So instead she went on as if everything were fine – because it was, other than her burning curiosity. "I am looking foreword to seeing school friends that I do not usually see during the summer, like my good friend Jackson." Tara smiled.
She was looking foreword to seeing him, Jackson was the closest guy friend Tara had ever had and he made an awesome friend.
when she walks, its like a samba
that swings so cool and sways so gentle
that when she passes, each one she passes goes ah
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` Lyrics ;; The Girl from Ipanema .. Astrud Gilberto
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Post by katrina clark on Jul 27, 2009 13:17:50 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ Kat listened to Tara 'School, fun?!' she thought to herself. Kat smiled, pretending not to show that she did not agree with Tara. Well, Kat did enjoy school but that was before the crash happened. She was now a different person; well she hoped that she had changed. Kat blinked when Tara mentioned Jackson "Jackson..." she paused "...the deaf senior?" she continued, with a puzzled look on her face. 'If it is that one, he's cute' Kat thought. There were more cars starting to arrive in the parking lot, as it was getting near to the start of school. Butterflies started to bubble deep within Kat's stomach. She sighed as she thought of what to say to Tara. She smiled and then spoke "So Tara, how was life here at Eastside High while we were all gone?” she sighed as she paused “How much publicity was there?” ‘I should not have asked that’ she suddenly thought after she spoke those words as she may not like the answer. The butterflies bubbled more and Kat gave out a slight cough and rubbed her eyes. The wind had picked up and something had flown into her eyes. Kat heard something, it came from behind her. She quickly turned her head to see what it was.
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