Lyre Brentwood
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Dark and grey afternoon. Cold outside warm inside. Just the way it should be on a winter afternoon in Massachusetts. The the gym was quiet as the heavy door creaked open and a blonde haired girl around fifteen poked her head in, blueish green eyes shining at the sight of the empty and welcoming gym. Nothing better then having an entire gym to yourself. Of course Lyre was a social butterfly and natrual flirt but when she worked out, you had to shut up and keep up. Running, swimming basketball, anything that could me moving. When Lyre walked, she practically ran movement was her life.
Entering the gym, she tossed her bag, a good sized blue backpack, filled with extra clothes, water and some odd nickknackes good for carrying around. She had come here a few days before terms began, and wondered if Aniday was going to join her. Her parents said he would, but she didnt know how well he would handle a fancy boarding school. Shrugging away the thought of her adopted brother she blinked and then began stretching. Once she was done warming up, she did a little jump up and then bolted across the gym, body flowing fluidly and gracefully across the hard floor. Once she reached one end, she tapped the floor with her hand and then bolted back to the other side, in pure bliss. Heaven, she decided wasnt a place she would go when she died. It was that moment in life when she actually felt alive. And only if she was moving, did she ever feel alive and in heaven.... This pattern countinued effortlessly for a long while, back and forth, back and forth feet pounding a rythemic sound against the floor that echoed off the walls and filled the empty gym. That was truely her music.
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Lyre Brentwood
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