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[center][sub][color=slateblue] Location: [/color]King's Academy
[color=slateblue]Interacting with: [/color]Carter Newton[/sub][/center]

Georgie picked at her food listlessly as she grabbed her phone and swiped through it absentmindedly.  She thought back to the weekend she'd had and smiled a small bit, caught up in the fun she'd had and the pictures she'd taken.  Which reminded her, she still needed to take those photos to be developed in the dark room if she'd wanted it to be entered into any competitions.  But first...she had to get through lunch.  Her stomach rumbled as she set down her phone and dug in, her hand hanging over her eyes and obscuring her view of what was happening in front of her.  She'd settled to eating her lunch outside on one of the picnic tables and took in the sounds of cars whizzing by, the breeze brushing her arms softly.  The bubbling of a fountain somewhere nearby made her smile and she closed her eyes, if only for a bit.

[color=#CCC6EA][b]"You don't mind if I sit here, do you?"[/b][/color] Georgie shook her head no and snapped her eyelids open.  She didn't look up to see who had just spoken as a fry hanging halfway to her mouth still.  Whoever it was she didn't care too much anyway.  Georgie didn't exactly recognise the voice after all.
[color=#CCC6EA][b]"You're Georgia, right? I think we have a class together... English, right?" [/b][/color]
Georgie looked up to see the face of Carter Newton and almost laughed.  They'd never really talked in class so she didn't recognise his voice but now that she saw who it was, she was pleasantly surprised that he'd chosen to come sit with her.
[color=slateblue]"You can call me Georgie, everyone does.  And yes, we do have English together.  Mr. Roberts is an absolute scare."[/color]  She glanced longingly at his beef empanadas and took a quick survey of her own disgusting cafeteria food.  God, would she have loved a bite of that.  
[color=slateblue]"Sorry, but that smells delicious...where did you get it from?"[/color] She asked bluntly.  She supposed he must've bought it from somewhere, seeing as no one's parents here at Palm Beach really did make homemade meals for their children.  It was either Michelin star restaurants or die. She smiled back up at Carter.