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A Salad of Anger
Topic Started: Aug 9 2016, 06:51 PM (247 Views)
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((Coleen Reagan continued from... ... shit. Smoke on the Water? Seriously? Daaaaaaamn.))

"Oh!"

It was a remark pocked with disgust, coated in a veil of resigned understanding. Coleen had happened upon the unfortunate scene simply by walking across the lawn towards one of the athletic fields, where she liked to spend the occasional lunch period on days where she wasn't hungry. Today was a day full of contemplation and wondering how to improve her relationship with Vanessa, which tended to kill the appetite. The weather was particularly gorgeous today as well, and that lead her to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when Astrid spat something out on the ground in disgust.

"I, uh, sorry. You allergic?" Coleen offered along with a weak smile. It sounded stupid to her the moment she said it, but if Astrid had replied in the affirmative, she was more than willing to walk the tall girl back to the nurse's office. A small chance was enough to have prompted the question; after all, Coleen liked Astrid. Astrid was the kind of girl who wasn't really in any position to make fun of Coleen's face. A cold way to put it if it were said aloud, she realized, but there was something comforting in knowing that she could stand on equal ground and not have deformities be the main topic of conversation. A shame that she and Astrid never really hung out, though... Coleen often noticed some irregularities in Astrid's makeup and was internally dying to offer to help her out with it.

Coleen put both hands behind her back and clasped them at the wrist, working to strengthen her smile in Astrid's direction.
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"Couldn't you just take the olives out?" Coleen asked, or at least started to ask, before Tessa entered the scene. Only a short moment before, Travis had greeted the two girls. Coleen waved in response and offered her usual smile, not wanting to risk interrupting anything Astrid had to say regarding her day. It was understandable how a mood could be soured by undesirable food. To her, it would be like finding out that somebody had cooked corn into macaroni and cheese. In both cases it seemed more than possible to dig the offending food out, though the fact that maybe the 'juices' from the olive had somehow tainted the flavor of the rest of the salad had not entirely slipped Coleen's mind.

Tessa, unfortunately, took the conversation in an entirely different direction with some strange diatribe about docile water, California being dirty or... something. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing she expected a high school student to say. Rather, Coleen would have expected it more from that crazy guy on the History channel who spouts off about aliens and made himself positively infamous on Facebook or wherever that photo came from. The girl meant well, though, and Coleen thought it especially sweet that Tessa was actually willing to give up half her sandwich in order to make Astrid's day just that little bit better.

Her smile warmed up a little bit, and she sat on one side of the bench, nervously fiddling with her hair. She turned her attention to Travis, clearing her throat. "Hey, um, Trav? You don't happen to remember the due date for our Chem paper, do you?"
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