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[sub][color=#9ECBD1][b]Location:[/b][/color] King's Academy
[color=#9ECBD1][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Georgie[/sub][/center][indent][indent][indent][hr][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent]Leaving the school during lunch had now started to become a part of Carter's daily school routine. He'd often find himself making a beeline for the parking lot after the lunch bell rang, just so he could sit in his car, crank up his music, and snack on whatever he'd had leftover from the night before. Every so often, like that time in particular, Carter would even risk taking a few hits from a joint as he sat in the vehicle. After spending a few years at King's, Carter pretty much had everything figured out so that he wouldn't be caught by a faculty member; he knew exactly where to park, who to look for, how many hits he could take before having to roll down his window and let it air out for a bit... Carter was relaxed. He preparing himself to begin the second half of his day.

It was right after Carter had tossed the remaining bit of his joint out into the grass that he received a text message from an unknown number. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Carter quickly read over Georgie's message before typing in a quick response, saving her number in his phone, and tossing it back into his book bag.

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[u]To: [color=slateblue][b]GEORGIE[/b][/color][/u]

[color=#CCC6EA][b]CARTER[/b][/color]: no prob, glad i could help u out luv

[color=#CCC6EA][b]CARTER[/b][/color]: not weird at all. i'll keep that in mind
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Soon, Carter had scarfed down the remainder of his mother's empanadas. But a loud rumble in his belly following his last bite told him that he hadn't quite had enough to eat. In swift motions, the young man recollected his things from the passenger seat, exited the car, and began to make his way back towards the school. He didn't stop walking until he reached the cafeteria, where he then headed straight for the lunch line and began to dig around his bag for a couple of dollars. A few minutes later, Carter was approaching an empty table with two cups of cold french fries in hand. He usually wasn't one to eat anything served in the cafeteria, but hey. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
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