Julie timed her entry into the cafeteria on Saturday so that she arrived a minute before 8am. Vice Principal Trucks was sitting at a table in the front, dressed in a short sleeved shirt with horrible sans-a-belt pants. Julie wondered if that's what his whole wardrobe was like.
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Three days later, Julie walked through the hallway toward the main school office in a daze. She couldn't believe that not only had Tim's warning proved prophetic, it had been an even bigger disaster than he'd warned.
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Julie was curled up in her customary spot at the end of Tim Riggins' couch. Her sandals were on the floor, her legs were tucked up underneath her and her head was bent over her work. She smiled as she put the finishing touches on the note cards for the speech she was writing to present her final project for her Advanced Placement English class.
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