
07-15-05, 04:24 PM
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Research..
Langston walked down the halls of Escapade High, searching for the one room that held all the answers. "Bingo." She read the sign over the door. 'Principal's Office', it said. Beautiful.
Pulling a screwdriver out of the pocket of her messenger bag, she smirked. Using the tool, she quickly pried the door open. Practice makes perfect. It was summer now, the teachers and the administration were out on the beach trying to act like students. Langston rolled her eyes and pushed the door open all the way, stepping into the office.
She made her way over to the filing cabinet in the corner and used her screwdriver to unlatch the lock. She yanked it open and flipped through the files. 'Student Deaths' one section read. She scanned the top of the folders, looking for the name 'Jerre Riccio'. Her father.
From what she was told in a library back home in NYC, her father had been raised in Escapade and most likely went to high school here. So she had left her mother back home and travelled to Escapade to do some research.
"Aha!" She pulled out a folder with her father's name on it. Flipping her pink hair over her shoulder, she opened the file and started looking through the papers.
She mumbled to herself, "Maybe I'll actually get somewhere this time..."
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