The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 11:20:24</strong>
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				June 6, 1955.<br><br>Danny finished off his plate of eggs, bacon and toast in what seemed like record time. For the first time in what seemed like months, he didn't have to rush to et to school, or get his chores done... but it was still the first free day of the summer and he had planned to spend it with his friends. The whole lazy day and it was already 9:30 in the morning!<br><br>He pushed his chair back from the table, "Gotta go Mom, Meetng the guys this morning!"<br><br>"No you don't Danny, you walk out of this house... and do not slam the screen door!" his mother said without even turning around from the sink.<br><br>"Sure Mom." he said as he turned and took 4 slow, exaggerated steps out of the kitchen before booking it out the front door.... letting it slam behind him... and started down the block to get the next in line of the houses that was on his mental list.<br><br>He had gotten a towel and had a swim trunks on under his jeans just so he could get to the river that much faster... Just a few days ago, they had put up a rope from a tree right over the river and he wanted to try that sucker out!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 15:38:26</strong>
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				June 6 1955<br><br>THUD WHACK THUD WHACK<br><br>Peter threw the baseball at the thick plank of wood that he'd wedged into the ground and against the garage earlier last weekend, coach had given the team this exercise to do so every morning after chores and breakfast but before school he had thrown a tennis ball at the plank and then caught, coach wanted it done fifty times, Peter was up to number 98....thud whack 99 thud whack 100, satisfied Peter smiled and made to walk into the house and return glove and ball to his bedroom.<br><br>"Looking good Peter", Peter turned at the sound of the voice and smiled a blush on his cheeks, it was Mrs Lewis, she was only 6 years older than Peter but whereas he still saw himself as a kid, Mrs Lewis was an adult, an adult he'd seen naked , of course right now she was , well dressed like his mother.<br><br>"Thank you Mrs Lewis" his eyes tracked her as she walked down her driveway, she could dress for church all she wanted there was no hiding that arse, suddenly Mrs Lewis stopped turned around and looked at Peter who was now blushing , she smiled and walked up to him.<br><br>"My husband is away on business for a few days , did your mother tell you"<br><br>"Yes she said I was to come over later today and help with some chores" Peter said his eyes moved to his arm as the older woman gently touched it.<br><br>"Good I look forward to seeing you later in the day" she smiled and then once again turned around and headed down her driveway and once again Peter tracked her form. What he'd like to do with her if he had the chance. Shaking his head he entered his house and his mother thrust a glass of milk in his direction as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.<br><br>Ten minutes later he was sitting on the front porch swimming trucks worn under his jeans and a white t shirt on a towel draped over his knees he was waiting for Danny and like his friend , Peter was looking forward to swinging out over the water with that rope. He only hoped she was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 19:06:30</strong>
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				Danny rounded the corner at a brisk walk, he was determined to not look like he was in a hurry. He had seen the girls in swimsuits before, but he was still looking forward to it anyway. He paused and watched a woman walk by and smiled hello before continuing on, "Come on, we're wasting daylihght!" he said and waited a minute, "Lets get get the girls, if we leave them for last, they'll just make us pay for it."
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				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 21:09:24</strong>
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				Nate grunted loudly as he continued to work underneeth the car that his uncle had given to him as a pet project/ early birthday present. The old radio played Rock n roll waltz loudly which helped him to concentrate.<br>His friends would be coming soon so that they could all go down to the river together, his uncles house was closest to the river so he would be the last to get picked up but then that was fine with him. There was still plenty to do with the car.<br><br>"And as they danced, only one thing was wrong" he sang with the radio "they were trying to waltz to a rock n roll song!" He laughed to himself as his dog barked as he was singing. Nate had only been living in America for ten years and his British accent was still heavy and strange to the locals. Still he was happy living here with his mother and her brother, happier then he would have been if he had stayed with his father in England.<br><br>Turning away from the darker thoughts Nate looked over his work quickly with a satisfied nod and slid on his skateboard out from under the car, his jeans now covered in greece, he was glad he had his swimming trunks underneeth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 21:51:17</strong>
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				Peter nodded and ran with his friend, his heart pounding in truth he liked all the girls and not just as friends but there was one that , well he had no idea how to make that first move or even let her know he was interested, it didn't help that since being named the school starting quarterback as a junior (and he was one of the younger juniors) that girls who were seniors or about to be suddenly had taken an interest in him. Some of the prettiest girls in the county thought he was neat, yet done of them compared to her, the girl who had his heart.<br><br>He needed help he knew that but asking his parents , well never in a million years, asking Mrs Lewis might work but the way she made him feel was creating its own internal conflicts and as for his friends, glancing at Danny, Peter was unsure either he or Nate was the right person to ask for advise.<br><br>Still he had all summer to figure this out and it was a beautiful day. 
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				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 23:26:10</strong>
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				Lily lay in the shade on the grass by the riverbank. She could still see the sun, glittering off the surface of the water, through her closed eyelids. It was a hot June day, and she already felt a little bit sticky and unpleasant. Her friends had told her they'd meet her by the river, but she supposed she'd left early. She wore a light floral summer dress over her swimsuit, and carried a towel draped over her shoulder. By her head sat a wide-brimmed straw hat made in a Western style. Lily's mother always insisted that she didn't go out without a hat, lest she get sunburned.<br><br>Her reverie was disturbed by the sound of approaching footsteps. Lily sat up, blinking in the bright morning light. "Hey there!" She called out, "about time you showed up."
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				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 02:05:21</strong>
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				(http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/36/ac/female,beautiful,girl,hayley,williams,red,hair,redhead-36ac8669ee717ff523d5af26b3d8fd31_h.jpg)<br><br>Unlike some of her friends, Katie had not been given the opportunity to sleep in despite the fact that it was the first real day of Summer.&nbsp; Her father, being the disciplined military man that he was, had instructed his daughter to go and help Mr. Faulk down at the grocery store.&nbsp; Katie had played along with the whole idea and had ensured her father that was indeed exactly what she was doing.&nbsp; However, as she left home at near 7:00 she had other thoughts in mind already.<br><br>She had started school here only the past year.&nbsp; Despite being relatively quiet in comparison to some of the other more 'drama queen' type girls, Katie slowly made friends by the end of the Fall semester.&nbsp; It was now these friends who had urged her to come on down to the river.&nbsp; While not top on her list for places to have fun, Katie was not about to go work in a grocery store for the next 8 hours.<br><br>Walking from her home in the direction of the grocery store, Katie was dressed rather conservatively, at least by 50's standards.&nbsp; Simple black high heeled shoes adorned her smallish feet with only short one inch heels and pointed front.&nbsp; On her waist she wore a rather uncomfortable black pencil skirt that went down to just below her knees.&nbsp; Lastly she wore a fitted white button up blouse that she currently had buttoned up all the way to her neck and simple sleeves that went down to her elbows.&nbsp; Last of all, for the moment she kept her hair loose around her shoulders as it draped down to reach the top of her back.<br><br>As she walk down the sidewalk, her high heels clapped noisily beneath her and her steps were held back by the thin skirt she wore.&nbsp; Katie had never enjoyed wearing high heels nor skirts..they always felt so ... feminine.&nbsp; Growing up in a family of all males and no mother, she had never really grown accustomed to trying to look girly.&nbsp; Regardless as she went along Katie kept an eye out for anyone that might recognize her and might talk with her father. <br><br>Not seeing anyone that she knew, the red haired girl stopped half way to the grocer before darting inside a local fashion store that she had been eying up for a few days now.&nbsp; Because her father was rather strict he had never approved of the idea of her swimming and she had therefore never bought a swimsuit before.&nbsp; Katie spent the next few minutes browsing the available suits though ducked her head down whenever anybody entered the place.&nbsp; Eventually she was just so nervous about being caught by a family friend that she picked out a suit that looked like it would fit and paid for it.&nbsp; Not even bothering to try it on or see how well it fit, Katie quickly stuffed the suit into a bag before darting out of the store.<br><br>Content that nobody had seen her, the girl now reversed directions as she headed out of town towards the river.&nbsp; It took her a few minutes until she managed to reach the outskirts of town.&nbsp; <br>Altogether her little venture into town had taken more time than she thought and it was already after 9:30.&nbsp; Katie sighed to herself before looking for the path that her friends had told her about that would lead down to the river where they planned to meet.<br><br>Eventually finding the path, Katie took a few seconds to reach down and peel off her high heels before stepping off the cement sidewalk and making her way towards the river.&nbsp; She looked all together out of place wearing the pencil skirt, carrying a bag, and sweating slightly as she made her way down the path.&nbsp; After a few more moments she could hear the rushing water of the river and she grinned to herself before running to see if she had managed to find the place.&nbsp; <br><br>As she ran, her small soft feet feeling wonderful in the dirt and grass, she nearly ran into the backs of Danny and Peter.&nbsp; Katie let out a surprised yelp before grinning to herself and sighing to make herself noticeable.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah...looks like I made it to the right place after all huh?&nbsp; And just in time too.&nbsp; So just how much further is this spot that you guys have been speaking so much about?"</strong>&nbsp; Standing behind the pair of males with her hands on her hips, Katie glanced back between the two of them, her hair a little more messy than it had been earlier that morning already.&nbsp; She thought she could hear another voice up ahead of them, but could not make out who it was yet.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 13:29:29</strong>
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				Ava had gotten herself ready to go to the river but stood there unsure if she should go. The red strapless swimsuit she wore under her clothes made her feel a bit exposed even though she looked beautiful in it. Those cheerleaders did nothing to boost Ava's confidence, teasing her all,year long about this or that. Her looks, her clothes, they way she walked, itmjad been a brutal year and Ava was very happy it was over. <br><br>She sighed in the mirror and just nodded, "Ava dear, you're friends are probably waiting for you!", her mother called from downstairs. <br><br>"I kmow mom, maybe I won't go, you need help around the house. Maybe I should stay here with you." <br><br>"Ava, go have fun, no reason you should stay here on the first day of vacation." Her mother knew something was up, Ava's demeanor had changed, but it wasn't discussed in the house. Ava kept the bullying to herself not wanting to rat the girls out and get in more trouble. <br><br>She grabbed her blue striped towel and went downstairs. "Ok, I'll go, but ill be home early to help you out. Love you mom." She kissed her mom on the cheek and walked out the door. She sighed once more and headed to the river. <br><br>She looked like a dream in her pink skirt and white shirt, almost right out of a magazine. She stopped one and nearly turned around but kept going. She finally got tot the river and saw two of the girls and breathed a sigh of relief. At least she would have someone to sit with, at least for a while. <br><br>She walked up amd sat closest to Lily and smiled softly. She saw Katie amd waved to her as well. Ava blushed when she saw the boys, the were all cute, but Ava knew she would keep her distance, she wasn't as pretty as the other girls and knew the boys weren't interested on her. <br><br>She turned to Lily and smiled, "Happy school is over? I am." Her head went down, even around Lily she was a bit shy. She had a million questions about Lily and her life but felt to awkward to ask. So once more Ava went quiet, playing with her fingers, really unsure why she came. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mai</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 19:15:34</strong>
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				Lily smiled at Ava. She always felt a bit shy around the others, but Ava had never been anything but warm and friendly to her, so she felt comfortable with the girl. "Yes and no. My mother's always after me to help out in the garden now that I'm not at school. I think she worries that I'll be helpless when I've got my own house to take care of."<br><br>She picked up her hat and waved it gently, creating a little breeze in the still air. She watched the boys standing by the river's edge, and noticed Ava looking at them as well. "Enjoying the view?"
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 19:43:47</strong>
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				Ava giggled at Lily. "My mom had to nearly kick me out of the house. I wasn't even gonna come. I'm glad you're here though and not gardening. I just always feel awkward you know." Ava looked at the boys once more then to Lily. "Doesn't matter if I like the view, I'm not the kind girl any of them would even look at." She kept herself covered up not ready to take off her clothes and reveal her suit. She would just sit with Lily for as long as the girl wanted the company. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 00:28:57</strong>
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				Nate decided to take a slow walk towards the meeting place, he had changed out of his grubby grease covered jeans and t-shirt into a cleaner pair of jeans which his swimming shorts were underneath and a white button down shirt, his feet were only covered by his sandals.<br><br>As he saw the river come into view he smiled, the people he could see in the distance were probably the girls as he could already hear Peter and Danny as they approached from another direction. When he thought they could see him, Nate lifted his arms up and waved enthusiastically to get someones attention, last time he hadn't announced his arrive he had been told off for being to soft footed and had accidentally scared someone.
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				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 16:07:14</strong>
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				"Oh, hi Kate." Danny said as he turned and smiled, "I didn't hear you there." He stepped aside and offered her the option of passing them first, "You look... nice." he said and fell into step beside her, "We came down a couple of days ago and tied a rope into one of the trees, it should get you right into the middle of the river if you get a good running start... it'll feel good in this heat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Siereis</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 04:51:23</strong>
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				(http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/36/ac/female,beautiful,girl,hayley,williams,red,hair,redhead-36ac8669ee717ff523d5af26b3d8fd31_h.jpg)<br><br>Katie nodded back to Danny in hello and offered him a playful grin as he turned to her.&nbsp; Seeing him move over to one side of the path to enable her to pass by she gave him a quick bow of her head in thanks before doing just that.&nbsp; The material of her pencil skirt swished against his jean clad thighs as she did so.&nbsp; Turning to glance over her shoulder at the two guys as she led the way down the path now, she rolled her eyes at Danny though offered him a grin again due to his compliment, <strong>"Ah, well thanks but trust me I'd not be in these clothes if I could help it...good ol' dad thinks I'm off to work and I had to look the part."</strong>&nbsp; Her pale face turned a shade of red in blush at the idea of what she had just said before she continued, <strong>"Er..not that I wouldn't be in clothes of course...but something a little less professional would suit me fine."</strong>&nbsp; She turned her face in order to hide her blush..something that rarely was on her face...as she continued to lead the way.<br><br>With the bag in one hand and her pair of high heels in the other, her small barefeet stepping quickly on the moist soil under her, Katie nearly skipped in place in front of them.&nbsp; <strong>"A rope?&nbsp; Well how far across is this river exactly at this spot?"</strong>&nbsp; Since she had only moved into town a year ago, Katie had not yet had the chance to visit many of the hangouts that her friends talked about.<br><br>Soon after she led the way, Katie could hear another girl's voice from a few yards away.&nbsp; Instantly realizing it was Lily, Katie turned her attention from Danny and Peter to the girl that was already relaxed and laying down on the riverside with Ava at her side.&nbsp; Not trying to be rude, Katie offered a wave back to Lily before speaking, <strong>"Ah well hello you two..you're here early.&nbsp; How's the shade over there Lily?"</strong>&nbsp; Her voice held a bit of sarcasm, as if she was accusing Lily of being something..though whether Katie actually meant anything by it was unknown.<br><br>Regardless, as she and the two boys stood at the riverside with Ava and Lily laying a few feet away, Katie sighed in delight..glad that she was not under the over protective thumb of her father or at work.&nbsp; It was then that she noticed Nate walk over to join them.&nbsp; She offered him a wave in hello before turning her attention back to the river to study it.
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				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 07:16:48</strong>
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				Peter tried not to look at Ava he was sure if he did she'd know he liked her and while he wanted her to know he wasn't quite sure if she even knew he existed let alone like him.<br><br>Still here and now he was in his element " Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm getting wet" Removing his top, revealed a toned upper body built upon his love of and talent for sport, plus a healthy dose of hard work. Removing his jeans revealed his togs and getting off his sneakers ha ran down the slight bank slope to the rope hanging from the thick branch of a tree, backing up several feet he paused made sure at least one person was looking and then ran forward and leap off the ground his body lifted high and reached its zenith several feet over the river , Peter let go and for a moment seemed to hang in the air before gravity took over and Peter splashed into the river surfacing moments later "So what are you waiting for ?" he asked his friends ,his eyes for a moment only looking at Ava.
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				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 16:38:17</strong>
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				Danny blushed a litte at getting caught looking at Kate's rear. The thight skirt did a wonderful job of showing it off. He thought that she looked better in jeans, but he wasn't going to complain. "At the meadow, it's about 30 feet across, but the current is slow enough that swimming isn't hard." The river ranged from about20 feet to nearly 50 feet in places.It was just large enough to be called a river, but too small to really be a real waterway. Lots of people fished on it, but boat traffic was rare<br><br>He smiled and waved at the others as they came into sight, "Hi there. Whatcha doing laying in the shade!"<br><br>The meadow, except for the very center, was shaded most of the day and sundappled gave the area a little coolness in the humid heat of the summer day. "Good one." he called out as he pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his sneakers. Without much modesty, he pushed his jeans down to reveal his blue trunks and left them next to the blanket that Lilly was using, "Come on, it's going to be great!"<br><br>He carefully lined up the rope, and with a running leap, rabbed it and swung out over the river and let go to sail another couple of feet before cannon balling into the river. His head appearing a second later a few feet down river. "c-c-come o-on. I-it's c-c-ool." It was a little below cool, but that was half of the fun.
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				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 18:02:49</strong>
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				Ava smiled as Katie spoke to Lily, feeling a bit invisible. The boys were already jumping into the river of the role and Ava got herself to her feet. She hadn't realized Peter was checking her out, he ran with the crowd that bullied her and figured he was more interested in those pretty cheerleaders now. She knew him the longest and told him they would always be friends no matter what, but even Ava knew he had bigger fish to swim after. <br><br>She got her clothes off and folded them neatly next to Lily. "Gonna head in, you coming?" Ava's body looked stunning in the red bathing suit, almost like a model. She waded into the water up to her hips, not yet brave enough to try the rope like the rest of the gang. The water was a bit chilly for her and she shivered, but continued to watch the others as they braved that rope. 
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				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 21:31:17</strong>
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				<em>The fading light behind her in a hallway that lead to a door. She was intimidated. Exiting the hallway. Penny found herself among hundreds of Native Americans. No, white folk dressed as Native Americans. They were sacrificing some one. They were sacrificing Penny. The intimidation turned to horror. Her hands were bound. The music was louder than it should have been. No one could hear her cries. Even if they did, she got the subtle inclination that they wouldn't stop. Her feet were in heels, red heels, she had a flowing white dress. Her toes were dragging across the dirt. She kicked in rebellion. The Altar had found her. The 'Natives' danced for hours. In that time, they had made her naked. A priest had appeared, obviously Catholic. The time had come. She closed her eyes to avoid the pain. She knew, but she could not feel an abundance of long blades pierce through every side of her torso.</em><br><br>Her bedroom was far too quiet as she woke up. She was shivering from the night-terror. Her family used to wake her up well before she had made it to the Altar. Things had changed now. Her mother had gone mostly deaf at the age of fifty-eight. Her father had departed years ago, and most of her siblings were too old to live at home. She had a younger brother who didn't care about her, and he spent most of his time near the radio on the other side of the house.<br><br>Penny had started to leave her door open at night. Still no one, could hear her shouting in her sleep. It was the reality of the situation. <br><br>Her night-gown felt like it had been left out all night, covered in sweat. She felt inhuman in her skin. The clock on her dresser showed 8:17. She needed a long shower.<br><br>Penny had soaked her hands and feet in warm water as her mother brushed her hair. Niether of them had ever worked a day in their lives. The main constant in Penny's short life had been guilty leisure. For no pleasure was pure in this house. The two of them didn't speak of anything vital. Penny didn't want to talk of her dream. Maintaining her fingernails was a much more productive activity. Her shower was cleansing, and although her mind was fresh on the idea of being stabbed to death, her body had calmed down, and it realized it was indeed, safe. The adrenaline had been filtered away. They had ended up involved in a conversation over the qualities of cotton and polyester towels.<br><br>Penny's small breakfast was ready by the time she was dressed. <br><br>Her pale skin was covered in a black and white polka-dot one piece. It was all cotton, it felt like the corset off of a fancy dress. Penny covered that with a design of clothing that was a couple years ahead of it's time. A mod style jumpsuit- one piece short sleeved-short shorts-blouse combination. It was checkered in red blue and yellow. Penny had a black leather watch that she had worn every day for over four years, except for one day this March, the battery had run out, and she couldn't afford to replace ti right away. Going out with her legs so exposed felt funny. Especially without technically wearing any underwear. She packed a small bag with an extra change of clothes, and a towel. Her hair was down as her mother called her downstairs for breakfast. She was about to sit down in front of the mirror to fix it.<br><br>She was completely alone in the house if not for her hearing-impaired mother. Breakfast was more quiet than her manicure. It was yogurt and oatmeal with a 24 ounce glass of orange juice. Penny only finished the juice.<br><br>She covered herself with a red sweater. Her socks came up to her knees, and her shoes were red flats. She would be riding her bike to the river, and heels were no good at that. Out of the door at about a quarter passed nine, she felt like she was right on time. She had an ironic thought as she pedaled toward the Potter St. Grocer. <em>'Nightmares are good for waking you up sometimes.</em>'<br><br><hr><br>Penny's bike rattled as it moved, the ball bearings were fresh, it sounded like a firm leak in a hose. She pedaled slowly, moving at just over ten miles an hour. She was going to be late now that she had stopped by the grocer for lunch. That was the deal, Penny brought the picnic, it was a pleasant job. Mr. Wagner, the owner of the grocery store was always polite to Penny, he was touchy with her, and she pretended not to care. He would guide her down the isles with his hand on the small of her back, his large fingers around her tiny hand. He treated her like a small child, and although she was fairly sure that the old man was harmless. She trusted him a little bit less every time she went into the shop. <br><br>A large picnic basket sat on her handle bars safely as she whirred through a corn field in it's infant stages. The sprouts were only three feet off of the ground, Penny looked like a ghost, vehicle hidden by the brush. She was closer to the Meadow than most every one else in the group, especially if she took the short cut through the corn field. She pedaled slowly through the loose dry dirt. It was strenuous, to keep balance in such forgiving soil. Penny could handle it, but not without working up a sweat. Her blonde hair danced on her shoulders, lifted by the wind every now and then. It occurred to her now that she had forgotten to braid it again. <br><br>Through the cornfield, then a small path through the woods, and Penny zipped out, into the meadow. The ground was easy to pedal over, and she suddenly picked up speed. The picnic basket was a simple woven tub, but the handle was intricate, and her table clothe was starting to dance with her in the wind. A gold and blue checkered pattern started to whip at her waist. She slowed down in a blur of colors and stopped as nearly as she could to her, <em>'rather large,'</em> group of friends.<strong> "Good morning!"</strong> she shouted, a natural tone escaped her throat. She was a wonderful singer. She had sounded like a bell-chime from an old crafted clock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 05:39:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ava turned as she heard Penny shout "hello" to the group. She waved at her hoping she wasn't going to be the only girl in the water. Lily was still on the shore, Katie seemed to be scoping out the scene, so Ava waded in a bit more. The water was up to her waist and finally ducked under the water to get the rest of her wet. She came up, the sun catching the red highlights in her hair. It was still warming up, and she shivered once more, goosebumps no her arms as she decided to start to swim and enjoy the beautiful day. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Summer of '55 (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blinkin</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 21:25:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's the matter girls? Chicken?" he called out from the water and swam back to the shore before climbing back up the bank. "Come on guys, we can toss 'em in." he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
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