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Post by Amber Conners on Oct 26, 2010 7:22:34 GMT -5
I looked at the climbing wall, at the lava spitting out, at the boulders crashing down. I put some sunglasses on to hide my violet eyes, since everyone often stared, and started to climb up. Lava burned my hand so badly I almost fell to the ground. But I am not that type of girl-I kept on going up. Soon, after what seemed to be hours, I reached the top, with burnt hands, and little pieces of rock in my hair. I shook it out and looked at the camp, eating a grape I had just grown from midair.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Oct 26, 2010 16:05:19 GMT -5
I glided silently on the air up to Amber. "Hey." I said behind her, happy that I had mastered my flying powers.
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Post by Amber Conners on Oct 26, 2010 23:30:08 GMT -5
"Yeah, cool." I told her with a small smile.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Oct 27, 2010 16:21:32 GMT -5
"Cool, what?"
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Post by Amber Conners on Oct 28, 2010 7:07:30 GMT -5
"Nothing. Just bored." I told her.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Oct 29, 2010 15:21:17 GMT -5
"Oh." I sat next to her. "Well, what do you want to do?"
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Post by Amber Conners on Oct 30, 2010 0:19:08 GMT -5
"Well . . ." I pondered for a moment, "Maybe we could ride our Pegasi."
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Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 1, 2010 15:20:28 GMT -5
"Okay." I whistled and Lightning came swooping down from the clouds.
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Post by Amber Conners on Nov 20, 2010 8:36:01 GMT -5
I stared at a grapevine and Streak grew from one of the grapes, whinnying as he did so.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 22, 2010 13:25:43 GMT -5
I leaned back, gaining power, then jumped onto Lightning.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Nov 25, 2010 13:39:06 GMT -5
Amber: She mounted Streak with a smile, and they took to the sky.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 26, 2010 16:54:53 GMT -5
Lightning flew faster and caught up with Amber's pegasus, Streak and her neck-to-neck.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Nov 26, 2010 17:18:27 GMT -5
Amber: "Hello again." She said in her usual mild voice.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 26, 2010 18:16:25 GMT -5
I smiled. "Hi."
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Nov 26, 2010 18:34:42 GMT -5
Amber: "Nice weather, eh?"
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Post by Summer Anderson on Dec 1, 2010 16:33:42 GMT -5
I shrugged. "Yeah. My dad's taking pity on us."
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Dec 1, 2010 23:29:22 GMT -5
Amber: She giggled a bit, "But he's my uncle!"
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Post by Summer Anderson on Dec 11, 2010 17:13:16 GMT -5
"No, he's your grandfather." I corrected.
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