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Post by Kat Lenox on Feb 2, 2011 20:43:29 GMT -5
The air smelled strongly of someone’s perfume. Odeur de Mouffette, Kat thought sarcastically. She looked up, looking into a pair of almond eyes. The girl smirked at Kat. “Well you’re not the smartest crayon in the box are you?” she taunted. Kat clenched her jaw. “Do you mean the brightest crayon in the box?” Kat asked, smiling pleasantly back. The girl’s face froze for a minute. Fivel rolled her eyes and coughed. The cough sounded suspiciously like “drama queen”. The girl flipped her hair. “Whatever. Anyway, newbie, I’m Lucy Cumming, the best thing that has ever happened to this school. You’re obviously no one and not the kid in the prophecy.” “Uh-huh.” Kat mumbled, no longer paying any attention. She stood up. “Well I would tell you that I really enjoyed our talk, Lucy, but that would be lying so I’ll leave at no comment.”
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