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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 4:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 4:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:05 pm
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A young 15 year old girl walked down the hall quietly.
Her long bleached blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, and down her back a bit. Her blue jeans were low cut, and her pink shirt showed off a tiny bit of skin, but she didnt seem to mind.
In her hands, was a sketch pad, and a few charcoal sticks, with her fingers weaved around them, gripping them delicately.
She was the one that most people knew as Ghost. For she almost never talked, and her hair, skin, and eyes, were nearly as white as a ghost itself.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 5:51 pm
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