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Post by Hannah Bennet on Dec 28, 2007 16:09:07 GMT -5
Hannah stumbled into the restaurant. A small bell sounded as the door slowly closed behind her. Her reddish brown hair tamed with small waves and curls. Tiny pieces of snow were hidden in her hair, melting silently and quickly. A lot of teenagers were huddled out side the door, smoking. Hannah was obviously a non-smoker so she was coughing like a manic. Stupid kids. Quickly, Hannah ran over to the nearest table, normally seated for two. She rested her elbows on the table, showing off her exquisite edicate. She was really tired and hungry, so she had ran to the nearest restaurant, Mexican. She wasn't even sure her stomach could handle Mexican. Maybe she would order a salad. Did they have salad? She wasn't positive they did.
Taking off her jacket, Hannah started to get more comfortable. She brushed off a small bit of lint off of her white and sky blue striped long sleeve shirt. The small thin horizontal lines drew Hannah to buy the shirt, she liked the colors also. Looked down at the table, she noticed a menu. Smiling she opened it to see many different Mexican foods. She skipped all of those and directed her eyes to the soups and salads. Very happy and relieved, Hannah decided she would get a California salad. Her mind was pondering on why they had California salad in the State of New York.
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