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Brenton

Brenton walked down the hallway to his 6th period class, brushing the fair dark brown hair from his sea green eyes. He was about 5’10” and was wearing his favorite Beatles tee-shirt and worn jeans. He smiled at several friends as they walked by, and spotted her again waiting outside the classroom. He noticed her flowing blonde hair and gazed in wonder at her deep blue eyes. He brushed his fair hair from his eyes once more before speaking.
“Hey again, Lucy.”
She looked confused and didnt seem to recognize him at first, then she lifted her brows in remembrance.
“Ohh yea, I remember you! Brenton, right?”
“Yea, that’s right… how’ve you been?”
“Well, I can’t complain… how about you?”
“I’ve been good, and I’m actually having my 17th birthday party this saturday. I was wondering if you wanted to come for a while. All my friends are coming, and yours can too if they want.”
She smiled “I’d love to come! And I’m sure some of my friends would too.”
Brenton smiled as the late bell rang for class.

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