<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/8a/af/a88aafd1fb814b6a1dbc9524e77353ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shane Harris<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front of the school by the grass and fountain<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>All Black, Tshirt, skinny jeans, chucks and sunglasses<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>Sept 2 | 11am<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Relaxed<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Leila (Angel Fire)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Shane had her earbuds on, her ipod on blast, sunglasses shielding the sun from her delicate baby blues as she shredded various rails against the cement around the fountain. She was going at it for a good half hour, till some girl walked by her in the growing crowd of students making their way outside; dropping a pencil on the ground without realizing it. Shane's board landed the wrong way, before she knew it gravity came crashing down around her as her skateboard stayed stuck on the cement and Shane went flying towards the girl who had dropped the pencil.<strong>"LOOK OUT" </strong><br/><br/>Trying to bail and dodge midair was impossible, Shane was good but she wasn't that good. Before she knew it she tucked her body under and managed to clip the girls legs but ended up on her back with the girl falling sprawled out on top of her.<strong>"Ooph."</strong>The wind knocked out of her as she just groaned, at least, she landed in the grass under the partial shade of an elm tree. Even if the girl was petite it still felt like a truck had run Shane over. "<strong>Are.. you.. ok..."</strong><br/><br/>Shane managed to gasp out making sure she hadn't hurt the girl, least she have her skateboarding privileges removed from the Jamison Clarke administrators. Bastards weren't just trying to suck the gay out of everyone they were taking the fun with them as well.