Carmen made her way down the hall and into the Novak excitedly. Two more hours until she was officially a Glamazon. The thought made her positively giddy. She'd had a permanant smile plastered on her face the whole day. Her cheek muscles were beginning to hurt, but she didn't care.
She rushed to the mirror to check her appearance. Today was the first day of the rest of her life here at Kennedy. She needed to look good. She looked at her reflection, running her fingers through her wavy brown hair.
"You look great. There's no need to be nervous. You had the best audition. Brooke smiled at you. You're a shoe in," Carmen said to herself in a low tone.
She started when a movement in the mirror caught her eye. A girl sitting in the middle of the Novak, was sketching on a sketchpad. She spun around.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." She blushed at having been caught talking to herself.
She pauses in her sketches as someone comes in, looking up. She looks a bit bemused as the girl starts either talking to herself, of well, is talking to Izzy. When it becomes clear that the girl is not talking to her, she smiles a bit, looking down at her sketchbook, giving the girl privacy.
It takes her a moment to realize she is being directly spoken to, looking surprised, albeit pleasantly so. A shy, but warm smile.
"Don't worry about it. If I were having the day it sounds like you're having, I'd be missing a person here or there, too."
"Yeah, well I doubt that anyone is having as good of a day as I am." Carmen offered the girl a big smile. She was floating on the clouds. She tilted her head slightly. She was sure she'd never seen this girl before. "Hi, I'm Carmen. Are you new to Kennedy?"
Carmen nodded along. "Well, right I can imagine. Still this is really good." It was a shame that so many artists never got a chance to share their talents. "Hey," she started as an idea came to her. "My friend Sam was just named editor the school paper. I'm sure she could use like a comic strip or something." She hoped Sam wouldn't be mad at her for this suggestion.
Again, that look of pleased surprise returns. "Thanks." Her smile brightens a little, "Wow, it is a good day to be in your group of friends: one of you is editor of the schoolnewspaper and you're in the Glamazons. I'm impressed."
Her head tilts to the side as she considers, "And a comic strip would be really cool, though I've never really tried to write one before. If your friend wanted one, I'd be happy to try."
"We do seem to be running into some good luck." Carmen looked down at her watch. "Shoot, I have to get to my last class. It was nice meeting you Izzy, and if you're serious about the comic strip, I'll uh talk to Sam." She turned and looked at the girl expectantly.
Izzy glances up at the clock on the wall at the reminder of time and sighs. "Yeah, I should probably get to class, too." A smile, "And I'd really like that. Thank you, Carmen."
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She rushed to the mirror to check her appearance. Today was the first day of the rest of her life here at Kennedy. She needed to look good. She looked at her reflection, running her fingers through her wavy brown hair.
"You look great. There's no need to be nervous. You had the best audition. Brooke smiled at you. You're a shoe in," Carmen said to herself in a low tone.
She started when a movement in the mirror caught her eye. A girl sitting in the middle of the Novak, was sketching on a sketchpad. She spun around.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." She blushed at having been caught talking to herself.
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It takes her a moment to realize she is being directly spoken to, looking surprised, albeit pleasantly so. A shy, but warm smile.
"Don't worry about it. If I were having the day it sounds like you're having, I'd be missing a person here or there, too."
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She quickly adds, "what's made your day so good?"
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Her head tilts to the side as she considers, "And a comic strip would be really cool, though I've never really tried to write one before. If your friend wanted one, I'd be happy to try."
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