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DeadDropLisa Byrant
September 5th, 1969
1040 HRS
Two hours later, Lisa was able to fly through a few chapters of a book she had been reading for Mr. Allen’s class. Eventually, Mr. Hines had emphasized his last few words and glanced over to the following person to come over and speak.
Lisa’s sleepy eyes and bored expression was replaced by a disturbed look at Jones’ miserable attempt at a speech. Why was she surprised? How that man was still teaching, she had absolutely no idea.
Looking over at the clock at about the same time Jones had ended and knocked over his chair, she noticed it was almost lunch.
“Well, it’s about time.” she murmured to herself as about twenty minutes later the assembly was dismissed.
1100 HRS
Getting in line for lunch, she got a hold of a plastic tray and permitted the lunch lady to put a large spoonful of mac and cheese on it. The apple had only made her hungrier. She got some milk and added a banana and made her way to find somewhere to sit. Not desiring to remain inside, she discreetly slipped outside and found a secluded bench with some sparse oak trees nearby.
Autumn was one of her favored times of the year, and today without fail felt like it. The trees had already begun changing into a variety of captivating colors and a brisk current was passing through Greenville. To keep her hair from flying around, she gathered it and made it into a braid. Wavy strands that were too short, hung loosely, framing her face nicely. She began to eat, her hazel orbs aware of the teachers and students that were out and about.
September 5th, 1969
1040 HRS
Two hours later, Lisa was able to fly through a few chapters of a book she had been reading for Mr. Allen’s class. Eventually, Mr. Hines had emphasized his last few words and glanced over to the following person to come over and speak.
Lisa’s sleepy eyes and bored expression was replaced by a disturbed look at Jones’ miserable attempt at a speech. Why was she surprised? How that man was still teaching, she had absolutely no idea.
Looking over at the clock at about the same time Jones had ended and knocked over his chair, she noticed it was almost lunch.
“Well, it’s about time.” she murmured to herself as about twenty minutes later the assembly was dismissed.
1100 HRS
Getting in line for lunch, she got a hold of a plastic tray and permitted the lunch lady to put a large spoonful of mac and cheese on it. The apple had only made her hungrier. She got some milk and added a banana and made her way to find somewhere to sit. Not desiring to remain inside, she discreetly slipped outside and found a secluded bench with some sparse oak trees nearby.
Autumn was one of her favored times of the year, and today without fail felt like it. The trees had already begun changing into a variety of captivating colors and a brisk current was passing through Greenville. To keep her hair from flying around, she gathered it and made it into a braid. Wavy strands that were too short, hung loosely, framing her face nicely. She began to eat, her hazel orbs aware of the teachers and students that were out and about.
