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Posted by Katrina on May 22, 2010 10:31:46 GMT -6
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Nov 16, 2013 12:00:06 GMT -6
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A bleary-eyed teen closed the refrigerator door with her hip. Her hands held a bowl, a spoon, a box of Honey Bunches of Oats, and a half full gallon of milk. She smiled at the Pokemon Tournament Announcement that still hung there, remembering the epic victories and triumphs of that day. Then she frowned.
Someone had put a new flier on top of it. Who would dare? She read.
She read again. Blinked.
The Hunter Antonescu? She had always thought his name had an E at the end. Then again, she had never really seen it written out before. But, Hunter. Wow. That was... wow.
The spoon clattered to the floor, breaking the little illusionist's trance. There was breakfast to be eaten. Then there were classes to go to. Katrina grinned. If she didn't have much homework, or even if she did, all she needed was a ride.
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Katrina slammed her door behind her and threw her book bag angrily onto the floor.
Her mom was at the grocery store, too busy to take her anywhere.
Ghost was at the clinic.
Sam was on a mission... or somewhere else that was not here.
It was too far to walk.
She didn't know how to fly the jet by herself yet.
She didn't have access to the hanger anyway.
The teen face planted into her pillow with a growl. She would get there. Just not as soon as she wanted to.
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