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[JOSEPHINE IRIS CHANEY]

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[drew xavier ross]

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Drew woke up this morning at around eight. The sun was shining through his bedroom window and he could tell it was going to be a gorgeous day today. He was glad it was the weekend because he definitely wouldn't want to be cooped up indoors for hours. He quickly dragged himself out of his bed to the bathroom so he could take a hot shower. After he put on his clothes, he raced down the stairs to grab a pop tart for breakfast on his way out the door. His parents were at church--they didn't force the kids to go with if they didn't want to--as was his sister. So, he decided he was going to go for a stroll on the boardwalk.

Once he left his house, he whipped out his sunglasses to shield his eyes from the bright morning sun. Drew unwrapped his blueberry pop tart from its package and bit into it. He wasn't too big on breakfast food--a pop tart was plenty good enough for him. He glanced around as he passed house after house and watched as a car went by on the road every now and then. Sundays weren't too busy during this time of day, and that was okay with Andrew.

It took him a while to get there since he walked the whole way, but once he finally arrived he realized he had no clue what he was going to do here. He hadn't called any friends to see if they'd wanna hang out and he didn't really have an appetite at the moment so he wasn't going to eat anything. The boy sighed, shrugged and walked on by himself. He stared down at his feet with his hands in his pockets and wasn't really paying too much attention as to where he was going or if anyone was coming from the other direction. He heard the wood thud in front of him. The noise started to grow louder and louder, but it didn't quite register in his head that he should probably look up.

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[JOSEPHINE IRIS CHANEY]

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[drew xavier ross]

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Before Drew even had a chance to look up, he was hit by a rollerblader. He was forced back onto the wood; a grunt escaped from his mouth as he fell abruptly. Drew shook his head from the shock and looked at the rollerblader who had crashed into him. Her back was to him so he couldn't see her face. He watched as she laid back and stared up at the sky. He followed her gaze, then peered back down at her. He sat forward so his head was above hers. "Are you alright?" he asked her. "Damn.." The word softly escaped from her lips. Drew cocked his head wondering if it was from the impact of the fall, or if it was from him. He guessed it was from the hit. He laughed a little.

"Sorry... I just get in my groove and then," the girl stopped and laughed for a moment. Drew listened to her explain herself. He shook his head. "It's cool, no worries. It was my fault anyways. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going. I didn't even see you coming," he said, taking the blame for the incident. He was about to ask if she needed any help getting up, but she slowly got to her knees and pulled herself up. He quickly followed suit so he didn't look like an idiot sitting on the boardwalk. He felt short--not that he was the tallest guy--when he stood in front of her. However, she was on rollerblades which gave her an extra inch or so. He noticed her put her hand on her back. "Hey you gonna be okay?" he asked again. He himself was perfectly fine. He was clumsy the way it was, so he was used to crashing, falling, and the occasional bumps and bruises.

Now he realized that she looked to be around his age and she looked familiar to him, somewhat. He figured she probably attended Manchester like he did. He couldn't quite put a finger on who exactly she was though. "I think I recognize you from somewhere... Do you go to Manchester Prep?" he questioned her. Drew's chocolate brown eyes glanced over her as he awaited her answer. She looked like someone from the popular crowd, therefore he guessed she didn't find him familiar whatsoever. He was used to this though. Kids from that crowd rarely befriended people from his crowd, which he thought was stupid. Andrew hated the whole clique system and how most kids seemed to revolve around it when really, none of it mattered.

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