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Oh my gosh! Yeah! Well, I haven't seen it, but it's like a little rumor going around band. It's not like a rumor many people take seriously; it's more like one person saw it (or their cousin saw it), and then like a game of Telephone it just kind of spread. At this point it's all really unrealistic talk. Various rumors. The trumpet section insists that that it's where Slimster Stan hides the bodies of the little creatures (and occasionally students) he disects for fun. The clarinets? Well, they're all for the 'pipes' theory. But why would a door that hides pipes have a glass door handle with a little bit of red paint on it? Personally, I think it's a little compartment that was left empty when the school was built, and someone decided to make it their own and put a handle on the door. Knowing Amanda, I wouldn't be surprised if she hid something there (she seems to know about all the cool spots for only being in town a few months). Still, definitely worth checking out - IN DAYLIGHT. ^.^
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I loved Amanda's statement to the world that color and life and energy were possible. She reminded me to think outside the box. I mean, I love my life. I'm happy, but I guess I never actually started thinking about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life until Amanda came in. She just made it seem like there were so many possibilities. In fact, she seemed to embody them all. I'm not saying I was a bump on a log or anything before she came along, but she showed me - indirectly, admittedly - to broaden my horizons and find my place in the world. She reminded me to never be complacent. The world isn't too big. That's what I got from her. It's a reminder that's going to stick with me, but I miss seeing her in action. I never knew what she was going to do next, and I miss holding my breath and waiting for her next move. I know, that sounds so small-town of me. But that doesn't make it any less true.
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Okay, so my first memory of Amanda? It was not at school. It was at church (okay, I know, a weird place for Amanda to be, but she dropped in from time to time, probably to keep her mind open). It was pretty usual for a church day. It was around early November. My dad was up on the pulpit just finishing giving his announcements before he would call for the tithes to be made. I was up front, as always, with my brothers and my friend Meg (you know, Meggin Burke, fellow social neutral at Endeavor?). I was whispering to her about how exciting the youth group party would be when the back doors opened and Amanda walked in. I'm out of the habit of looking when people walk in late, so I didn't actually see her until she sat in the front pew directly across the aisle from me. She was wearing one of her typical bohemian outfits, which caused some disapproving grunts from some of the more traditional folks in our congregation, but I remember admiring her for her choice of clothes. I feel people should be more welcoming to new people. I mean, even though now I'm sure Amanda knows "church etiquette," most people don't, so shunning them for the way they dress is shallow to me. I mean, ever heard of James 2, anybody? Well, anyway. It wasn't like she was disruptive to the sermon or anything, and she got up with everyone else and just left without saying anything to anyone when it was over. I found myself hoping she'd come back, but it wasn't until after Christmas that she came again. I think I'll refrain from drawing the Oracle cards. But I still thought I'd share my first memory of Amanda.
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