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Post by Alex Meriweather on Feb 26, 2011 21:23:03 GMT -5
Alex sat on his bed and concentrated on arranging things on his bedside table to his satisfaction, rather than the fact that he was alone.
It wasn't all that different from summer camp, after all. He'd spent that one summer when he was eight at some hellish wasteland that got three layers of skin peeled off him when the idiot counsellors wouldn't let him swim with a shirt on, and more recently spent a couple of weeks off with a friend on vacation. And then there was this summer...
The little bookshelf wasn't going to get any neater-looking, and he'd already unpacked everything else. He scowled and sat back on the bed. Now what? What did one do to make friends and meet people at a boarding school two days before classes technically started?
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