Inspiration hits in the weirdest ways! Well, let me know if you think I should continue!
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Elizabeth McGuire stared out the large window that looked onto the dark street. A strong wind rippled into the house and brushed across her arms. She gave a shudder and turned towards her best friends. Miranda Sanchez lounged on the couch, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her pretty Latina face was relaxed as her feet propped over the lap of David Gordo. Better know to both the girls as Gordo, he was more level headed than the two girls, and reacted well with them. Like Miranda, he was also dark headed, but instead of her silky straight strands, he had a mass of curls that bounced wildly on top of his head.
Miranda stretched, scooting her legs further across his lap as she finished off a bag of chips.
Gordo stared at the empty bag with a disappointed look on his face. "You ate them all."
"Yeah," she smiled, swinging her slender legs off of her friend as she stretched and made her way into the kitchen. "Lizzie, do you have any more food?"
Lizzie crossed her arms as she leaned against the cool window which was shaking from the force of the wind. "I think you guys ate everything my mom had."
Miranda stretched her long arms above her head and slinked into the kitchen. She glanced around the shining white countertops, then advanced towards the refrigerator. "Are you sure?"
Lizzie laughed softly and turned back towards the window. Never in her life had she seen the streets so dark. It appeared as if the stars had been snuffed out along with the street lamps. The wind howled as it roared past the window. With a shiver, she turned away and started towards the couch. She glanced at Gordo as he put his arms inside his sophisticated looking leather jacket. "Where are you going?"
"I'm hungry," he stated pointedly.
"I'm sorry you ate all the food in my house," she replied. "Doesn't mean you have to leave."
"I'm going to get more," he replied. "Besides, your parents and Matt are gone, so it's more fun to hang here than anywhere else."
Lizzie made a face at him as her hazel eyes were drawn to the window, the roar of the wind had increased. "You don't need any more food. Just stay inside."
Gordo laughed as he laid his hand upon the door knob. "You're not afraid of a little wind are you, Lizzie?"
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Elizabeth McGuire stared out the large window that looked onto the dark street. A strong wind rippled into the house and brushed across her arms. She gave a shudder and turned towards her best friends. Miranda Sanchez lounged on the couch, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her pretty Latina face was relaxed as her feet propped over the lap of David Gordo. Better know to both the girls as Gordo, he was more level headed than the two girls, and reacted well with them. Like Miranda, he was also dark headed, but instead of her silky straight strands, he had a mass of curls that bounced wildly on top of his head.
Miranda stretched, scooting her legs further across his lap as she finished off a bag of chips.
Gordo stared at the empty bag with a disappointed look on his face. "You ate them all."
"Yeah," she smiled, swinging her slender legs off of her friend as she stretched and made her way into the kitchen. "Lizzie, do you have any more food?"
Lizzie crossed her arms as she leaned against the cool window which was shaking from the force of the wind. "I think you guys ate everything my mom had."
Miranda stretched her long arms above her head and slinked into the kitchen. She glanced around the shining white countertops, then advanced towards the refrigerator. "Are you sure?"
Lizzie laughed softly and turned back towards the window. Never in her life had she seen the streets so dark. It appeared as if the stars had been snuffed out along with the street lamps. The wind howled as it roared past the window. With a shiver, she turned away and started towards the couch. She glanced at Gordo as he put his arms inside his sophisticated looking leather jacket. "Where are you going?"
"I'm hungry," he stated pointedly.
"I'm sorry you ate all the food in my house," she replied. "Doesn't mean you have to leave."
"I'm going to get more," he replied. "Besides, your parents and Matt are gone, so it's more fun to hang here than anywhere else."
Lizzie made a face at him as her hazel eyes were drawn to the window, the roar of the wind had increased. "You don't need any more food. Just stay inside."
Gordo laughed as he laid his hand upon the door knob. "You're not afraid of a little wind are you, Lizzie?"