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</div><br/><br/>Confusion and relief made itself known within Melanie’s blue eyes. Once Lukas was gone, having said goodbye, her hands brushed off the new uniform she wore while she rose to her feet. I wonder what happened to him, for him to have lost consciousness…the girl mused. It was rather uncommon to do that, not without experiencing a huge shock. The thoughts set aside –at least until later- she found her notepad lying on the ground where she left it, and began heading towards the gardens, which she remember were quite beautiful. Anything of that sort appealed to her, though most didn’t know, seeing as how she rarely spoke up in glass, or did anything that warranted attention. No, that was her twin… who loves the spotlight. A soft sigh left her lips, blue eyes growing thoughtful while her feet continued her on her way. The notepad tucked under her arm, it wasn’t long before the sunlight was interrupted by shadows. The sweet scent of roses perfumed the air, bringing a smile to her lovely face. I’ve missed this…she thought, simply closing her eyes. Such chaos –a daily occurrence at Lotus Academy- wasn’t exactly her forte, though in all retrospect, she wasn’t sure it was anyone’s. It was fun to watch and observe…but most of the time, she’d rather stay out of it.<br/><br/>At some point or another Phoebe found herself outside, though how she ended up out there was beyond her. Even though she was a sophomore, she never could find anything, especially when she wanted to. Her purple eyes registering the frustration she felt, she tucked her hands into her pockets, lips pursed the slightest bit. The black plaid skirt flirted about her thighs, the white shirt accentuating her natural curves in ways most sophomores couldn’t yet. Hm? Who’s that? she wondered, hearing a raised voice not too far away. Doesn’t sound like anyone I know… A shrug rolling her shoulders, she tucked a few strands of brown behind her ear, already heading in that direction. There was a redhead and a brunette talking, only one of which looked familiar to her. I don’t remember her name though… Wasn’t it something that began with an N? Um…Nancy? No, that doesn’t seem right… Nathan? No, that’s a guy’s name! “Hey there,” she called out, deciding to just go with it. “What’s going on?”