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[gabe]

Gabriel sat himself down with a groan, it had been a long morning and his body ached, he thanked god it was lunchtime. He hadn't slept well the night before, the t.v blasting in his roommate's room didn't help. Wearing dark slightly fitting jeans faded in at the knees, black and red checkered Vans and a deep red t-shirt with a white hoodie with red writing in French on the back, a French punk band he liked, he kept it un-zipped. Leaning against the tree he closed his eyes for a moment before he dug into the back pocket of his jeans. Pulling out a half package of cigarettes he placed one between his lips looking around before he clicked open his silver zippo.

Gabe knew he wasn't supposed to smoke here, but there was no sign. He was allowed to smoke on school grounds in France, was here any different?. He had only been here sometime with Genevieve. He shrugged before unzipping his bag, taking out a half bottle of Sprite and a French novel his was reading about the revolution he took a long inhale from the smoke hanging from his lips before he removed it and took a sip from the bottle. Twisting the cap back on he let the bottle fall into the grass, outstretching his legs he crossed them before he continued to smoke, he went to open his book but realized his glasses were not on. Shuffling through his bag he found them.

Gabriel hated his glasses, he thought they made him look like a geek, his sister liked them though, was that not enough?. Placing them on he then opened the book no his lap and began to read, all while the tip of his smoke glowed orange.

[sandywhiskers]

A tall, rather pretty girl walked along the crunching autumn leaves and slowly dying grass, a book tucked under one arm and a shoulder bag secured neatly under the other. Kathryne sat down a distance away from the boy, planning to finish her homework, then read for the rest of her break. But the smell of smoke hit her, intruding her lungs. She felt coughs rising up almost immediately; smoke affected her badly. Letting out a few rather loud coughs, the year eleven sat down cross-legged, and eyed the cigarette with distaste. “You shouldn’t be doing that here,” she said, voice even and slightly cold.

103 words;; good muse;;

[gabe]

Gabriel's bright blue eyes flickered up to spot a girl who was coughing rather loudly. He removed the smoke from his mouth between his fingers. "There is no sign, non?" he asked turning around and looking over his shoulder, it was true he didn't see one. But if it was bothering her, Gabriel would put it out. Pursing his lips with an irritated look upon his face he put the cigarette out in the grass. He watched the dead leaves for a moment, making sure it didn't burst into a tiny flame.

When that was finished Gabriel looked back up to the girl sitting slightly away from him and gave her a quick pleased smile "there you go jolie fille" he said before looking back down to his book. He pressed his thick rimmed black glasses up onto his nose. The book was interesting, but Gabe was slightly bored, Genevieve wasn't here to keep him company, that made him slightly down. The young French boy looked up to wards the girl "what are you reading?" he asked, pointing with his hand to the book in her lap.

[sandywhiskers]

She raised an eyebrow at his irritated look, making sure a smirk didn’t rise to her lips. She heard his French words, though couldn’t decipher the second ones; jolie fille. She used to take French lessons, but quit last year, so there was a lot she hadn’t learnt.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just my Science book,” she said, flashing the front cover. She then grimaced. “I’ve got a test tomorrow... What are you reading?”

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[gabe]

Gabriel smirked at the confused look the girl gave to the last two words he used, should he tell her what they meant?. No. Gabriel looked to the book in his lap, picking it up he turned the book to face her "it's about the French Revolution... my mother sent it to me from France" he stated placing the book back into his lap, his blue eyes resting on the book for a moment, he missed his mother, and his father. He wished his parents wouldn't have divorced. But they had, and there was nothing Gabe could do.

[sandywhiskers]

“Ah. So, you’re actually from France?” Duh. Stupid question. Of course he was; it was clear from his accent. Hoping he’d ignore the silly question, she said, “What’s your name, again?” I’m Kathryne, a year eleven.” She stuffed the book into the folder as she spoke, sitting with her arms hugging her knees, shivering as a cold breeze blew through her. “Winter’ll be here soon,” she muttered, to herself.

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[gabe]

Gabriel let out a light chuckle "oui, I'm from France, but moved here with my sister when our parents divorced" he stated shrugging. He blinked a few times when she asked the next question, his name?. Oh right. "My name is Gabriel. or Gabe that is what everyone calls me" he pointed out. "My last name is Monreau, my sister is Genevieve" not sure if you have met her at all?" he asked pulling his legs up to his chest the book still in his lap. He noticed Kathryne shivering. "Do you want my hoodie?" he asked ready to pull it off for her. Gabriel was a person not to get cold alot. He wouldn't of minded.