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Post by belmont on Sept 15, 2007 10:00:13 GMT -5
Sitting in a window seat, Belmont Gus sipped at his Cafe Macchiato. His eyes darkly grazing over a book he read. It was a brisk morning and he viewed everyone bustling about.
His eyes held mirth at a few mistakes people would make, going one way and deciding against it and going in the opposite direction. He highlighted a few parts in the book as an example of creative foreshadowing for his class to read about later on. Writing was an art, but to write and plan it out was what really astounded him. A plot line to a creative masterpiece of words, that he would appreciate.
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Post by Keilana Mahi on Sept 16, 2007 17:52:24 GMT -5
Keilana walked into the cafe and approached the counter. She casually ordered a French Vanilla Cappacino, then took her order and went to find a seat. She looked around a bit and saw the Creative Writing teacher sitting by the window. She approached him. "Aloha Mr. G." She said calmly. "What are you doing out of school?" she asked stupidly.
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Post by Stephanie Camus on Sept 16, 2007 18:59:43 GMT -5
Stephanie having gone out for once, walked into the coffee shop. Her eyes traveling quickly on the board. She always ordered the same, a grande coffee. That was it, just straight up coffee. No sugar, and definitely no milk. Ordering her coffee, she walked to a window seat, to see the Creative Writing Professor and Keilana. She sniffed at that, but sat down. She wondered what he was reading. She sipped her coffee, pulling on her small headphones to her ipod. Her head bobbed to Korean music.
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Post by belmont on Sept 17, 2007 7:10:43 GMT -5
Looking up at the girl, Belmont Gus gave a small smile. "Enjoying a good cup of joe." A hint of an Ethiopian accent came out. He closed his book and gestured for the girl to sit. "Please sit."
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Post by Keilana Mahi on Sept 17, 2007 20:44:42 GMT -5
Keilana nodded and smiled, sitting in a seat across from him. "So Mr.G.... What will the creative writing students be doing this year?"
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