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Cori Tibbits ([info]colormecori) wrote in [info]genome_project,
@ 2012-05-15 00:27:00
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Who: Cori and David
Where: WYA - outside
When: After this
Rating: Low


Cori folded up the paper that her and Dakota had been going back and forth on. It was kind of childish but it was the easiest way for them to communicate since he wasn't the best at signing and she wasn't always the best at reading lips. She'd make sure to put it somewhere that no one would find it - even the girl who she shared a room with, not that she was smart enough to look through Cori's belongings to get to know her at all.

With the paper safely tucked away in her book bag, she headed over to Mrs. Elwood's office. It was about time to go out to the track, or at least get a new work out that she could do on her own. She liked to run but she was sure put to the test with these work outs. Cori was about to phase through the door but stopped herself and knocked on the door instead. After a few seconds, no one came to answer it so Cori knocked again. Was it loud enough? She had no idea so she pounded harder with the second round of knocks.

When the door opened, a man was standing there. Not just any man though, that weirdo who gave a speech earlier. Cori gripped her bag a little tighter, as if he had some way of knowing that she had just shit talked him in the conversation she had had with Mr. Hopkins. For a minute she stared at him and then remembered that saying hi to him was nice, so she smiled curtly and saluted him.


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