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Wendy had been even more active at the center than she had been this time last year. Wendy was finishing up school this year and she’ll like to turn this internship into a real job shortly after graduation. The harder she worked and the more she got close to the kids the more hopeful she got. This weekend she had helped organize a halloween costume. Over the past week she’d supplied her sewing machine and a lots of random crafts supplies hoping to stimulate creativity for Halloween costumes for those that were going to be at the party and couldn’t afford to get some sort of costume. Now that everything had pulled together Wendy was enjoying herself. She was dressed up like Dorothy herself and had a little stuffed toto dog in a basket she was toting around with her everywhere while having the time of her life with her kids. She really enjoyed making these moments happen for kids that might not have these kinds of experiences without her. After a while the party was winding down, most of the kids were heading home and Wendy finally found Trent. <br><br>
<b>”Where have you been I’ve been looking everywhere for you,”</b> Wendy said finally letting her hand slide simply into his own. She had wanted to spend more time with him at the party, but it seemed like every time she turned around he had disappeared from her again. At least Wendy knew she would have him the rest of the night, Walter was out at some party and she was pretty sure that he would go spend some time with Nattie after and she basically kicked him out of the flat for as long as he could so she could get some time with Trent, it had been awhile since they either one had been able to spend some time together and Wendy wasn’t going to let big brother ruin this for her. <B>”I feel like you missed the whole thing, do you want to go home,”</b> Wendy asked making sure she wasn’t pushing him into something he didn’t want to do. She knew that Trent also worked at the center occasionally, but the halloween event had kind of been her idea and she wasn’t trying to force any of the co-workers to do it if they didn’t want to.

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Wendy as back from Paris and everything was wonderful in her life. She had a very wonderful boyfriend who she cared for very much and had the best once in a lifetime memory making experience with him she could have ever imagined. Her phone was currently filled with the most ridiculous selfies that she had to scroll past quickly just to get to the actual photos of the park and the rest of france that she took. She really was happy to be back though, she had missed her brother and was excited to show him what she had picked out for him. She didn’t have a lot of spending money, and disney was expensive, but she definitely made sure that she picked him out a few cute things including a ‘Walt’ name badge from Mr. Disney himself and an adorable wizard mickey mug. She was excited to see him, but at the same time she had things she wanted to talk to him about because there was still a lot on her mind about the trip with Trent. Deciding that she and Walter would go out for lunch she sat and sort of listened to him talk for a while about work and things and allowed herself enough to ask questions and push him into talking more so she didn’t have to talk about what was on her mind.<br><br>
After a moment or two of her not really listening to what he was saying while picking at her chips she sort of blurted out at him what was on his mind not even sure if he was finished talking or not. <b>”Have you ever had sex,”</b> She said simply feeling her face grow hot the second the words left her mouth. She back tracked for a moment shaking head and looking up at him with wide eyes. <b>”That’s not what I meant, of course you have,”</b> She continued just digging herself deeper into a hole she wasn’t even sure how to get out of here. <b>”I just mean… how do you know it’s the right time.. And the right, person,”</b> Wendy said her mind was reeling and she didn’t know what she was even talking about.

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<b>375</b> words for <b>walter flynn</b><br>
<b>notes</b> birds &&bees
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Wendy had never been to anything so extravagant in her entire life. She lived very simply growing up and she wasn’t sad about that really, she enjoyed her life and loved her brother and her parents, she just never got to do anything like this before. After winning an impossible trivia question on the radio one more Wendy was happy to have finally made it to Paris! She was currently walking down Main Street USA hand in hand with trent feeling completely on top of the world. It was nearing sunset and Wendy was happy to find a place where they could park and snack on the best types of junk food while waiting for the evening's firework show that should be starting soon. Adjusting the Minnie Mouse ears on her head she took a seat on what seemed like the only empty seating in the entire park which coincidentally had a perfect view of cinderella's castle. Everything was so perfect so far and they hadn’t even been in Paris for more than twelve hours tops. Wendy was happy to be able to have taken Trent with her on this trip.<br><br>
<b>”It’s like a complete dream land here,”</b> Wendy said pulling out her phone and scrolling through some of the cute pictures that they had taken so far today as well. She looked through some of her with the disney princesses, and she sifted through even the few of trent with iconic characters like Mickey Mouse and Donald duck. She had a couple pictures of the two of them as well that they got some kind strangers to take while they were there and ultimately she felt like they were on cloud nine. She’d been with trent officially as her boyfriend for a few months now and as they had been working their way up to the trip things gor more and more exciting. After what felt like ages of planning they were there and Wendy was completely in bliss. <b>”The fireworks should be starting soon,”</b> Wendy said holding onto his hand. She tried to stifle a yawn by burying her head in his shoulder but she was pretty sure that he caught on to her exhaustion as much as she didn’t want to admit it.

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<b>382</b> words for <b>trent lindsay</b><br>
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Wendy was starting to do her training with Esme. She couldn't really place what had possessed her to want to start learning magic, but with her time freeing up and Trent always being busy with work she figured she might as well take up a hobby. She’d just been learning the basics as of right now but was struggling every time she attempted to do anything. Wendy knew that she shouldn’t have expected to just pick up on magic like it was learning to play a board game or something. She was sitting cross legged on the grass with a handful of flowers in her hands pouting. Wendy was determined to get where she was going to know what she was doing and how she was going to be able to adapt to the magic.<br><br>
<B>”How do you do this again,”</b> Wendy said frustrated a little and looking up the Esme who was her tutor. She was doing her best to listen do do as she was told but it just wasn’t coming natural to her yet. Was it always going to be this hard for her? On the plus side everything was nice out in the weather and she was happy to be sitting amongst the flowers and the grass and enjoying the rare chances of sun out of her house. <b>”Is it always this hard to get the hang of things? I don’t think I’ve ever struggled with anything this hard in my entire life,”</b> WEndy said frowning at her mentor.

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<b>298</b> words for <b>esme de luca</b><br>
<b>notes</b> lets learn magic!
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Spring was here and finals were just around the corner. Wendy couldn’t stand being cooped up in her house while the mini heat wave was taking over England and made as many excuses as she could to get out of the house. Currently it was that her and Walter were completely out of raisins, what kind of house did they live in where there wasn’t any raisins. This was her excuse to head out of the house for a long walk to the furthest grocery store that she could find. Wendy lived in a constant state of stopping to smell the roses, which she frequently did on her walk to the store while simultaneously seeing the world through rose tinted glasses. It was a perk of being Wendy, everything was perfect in her own little world. After getting to the store and buying a large box of raisins she walked down the sidewalk cheerfully popping a few in her mouth occasionally taking the long walk home. The sun was nice on her shoulders and she loved that she wasn’t stuck in her room studying for exams. <br><br>

Walking down the road humming to herself she thought about reaching out to Trent or Irene and seeing if either of them wanted to make plans to do anything later this evening before their good luck in the weather forecast ran away from them leaving them in rain again. Suddenly she heard a thump on the ground near her feet and saw a children’s cup roll up against her flats stopping itself against her feet. Reaching down she immediately picked it up looking around to find who it belonged too. It didn’t seem all that hard there was only one person with a pram on the sidewalk near them. <b>”I think you dropped this,”</b> Wendy said approaching them and sneaking a peak at the child below, she didn’t want to give the cup back to said child in case the parent was super germ phobic since it did after all touch the dirty sidewalk. <b>”She’s precious,”</b> Wendy said with a smile hoping to not come off as a weirdo for admiring his child, Wendy was used to having preteens and teens around but babies weren’t something she was used to working with at the drop in center.


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<b>383</b> words for <b>gerard knox</b><br>
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