close your eyes and l e a p }{ open

[lucia marie newman]

i'm waiting some some kind of miracle

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[Sydney Agatha Socko]

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Young Sydney Agatha Socko had been having a fairly normal day. Her classes were, for the most part, dull and dragging, with two exceptions: philosophy, which was always interesting due to the sheer amount of debating and arguing, and SAC (the special abilities class), which was never droll. Ever. Well, no, sometimes it was, like when they were practicing restraint or something, but today, today! they had been testing how much energy Sydney could absorb. A lot, apparently. She had drained five gasoline-powered generators wholly before letting off sparks. She probably could have gone for more, but it began raining at that point, and most of the students were ushered inside. Sydney decided to let off most of her excess energy; she went out and "PEW PEW PEW"'d at the clouds, giving them some reverse lightning. When it started coming back down closer and closer to Sparky and the rest of the school, some hall monitor ruined her fun and forced her inside. It was lame.

The teacher had let the class out early, since no one was concentrating inside the classroom anyway. Sydney had laid around for most of it, missing Evan and Jared and everyone- a lot of people were mopey with the kidnappings and all. She ended up getting off her arse and heading to the lounge to play some video games or something. At the very least, it was an excuse to go out and play in the rain for a while. What could she say? Sydney was a London girl. She loved the rain.

By the time she was actually inside the lounge, she was soaked all the way through. There didn't appear to be many kids in there, likely because of the amount of rain and lightning. Pffffft. Whatever. Sydney flopped onto the couch, spraying bits of water everywhere. She gigged at a couple of kids who made a face at her and just lazed on the couch for a while. Eventually, she was distracted by a loud sigh coming from a noodle-haired girl at one o the desks available. Sydney wandered over. "Ooh, what's got you down?" She spoke while approaching the person. She thought she knew her, but then again, she knew a lot of people.

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