Thur. 11/21/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.
It was a Thursday. Thursday, named after the Norse god, Thor. Thor, who she knew through her research of art history; Gods were common topics of art. Art, her love of which stemmed from her father, as her father was a professional artist and always loved to see how the skill was passed through the centuries. How beautiful it could be.
While she was not a “daddy’s girl,” Aelita and her sister Gwen had always had a close relationship with their father, something much warmer and kinder than what they had with their mother. That wasn’t to say they didn’t have a relationship with their mother, but Lucielle was a strong woman, head of the Rede household and the head of her own company, with a high view of her daughters and how they should act and represent the Rede family. So when the girls were starved for attention their mother didn’t know how to give, they found refuge with their father. They’d curl up in their father’s elaborate workshop and watch him work. His paintings were grand and elegant, like watching an old master at work, and often many of his pieces were centered around mythology.
The first text was received in her third period French class. Dad fell off his bike. In the hospital, don’t worry. And she didn’t. Like Aelita, her father was a hemophiliac and even minor injuries resulted in hospital stays. Usually only for a day, maybe two, and then he was back home making jokes about how clumsy he was and painting in his studio again. Aelita sent her mom a text and asked if she should come home, but she was assured that it wasn’t necessary to miss school. Her mother asked her to not tell her sister, since she had a test the next day, and Aelita obliged.
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Fri. 11/15/2250 – By Kayla Salmon.
Dora was an exemplary prefect. She got good grades and she was kind and helpful to the younger students, while also being strict and firm with those who broke the rules. She was a motherly type and while plenty of the students looked up to Aelita, the seventh year was very busy planning for graduation and sending out applications to universities, and sometimes the other students would turn to her in Aelita’s stead. She pulled her coat tighter around her as she walked carefully up the path to the Eagle’s House. The sidewalks had been salted, but that didn’t mean they weren’t slippery or sometimes still slightly iced over.
It was something of a topic at the academy, and in town, the sharp change in the weather. It had become unseasonably cold very quickly, and Halloween had been a hurried affair in the twilight hours due to the dropping temperatures. In just the first week of November, snow was already coming down on them on a regular basis and the lake was quickly freezing up. It was definitely odd since in all her previous years these sorts of temperatures didn’t normally arrive until the end of November.
Dragging the door open, she was greeted by the familiar sounds and smells of the Eagle House. Even though Reid tried to keep a strict enforcement of holiday decorations, some Christmas lights were already strung through the hand rails of the stairs and on the curtains throughout the common room. It was probably one of the Sommerfield girls, just to annoy the older prefect. Dora hung her scarf on the large crowded rack by the door and kicked off her boots, putting them on a shelf that they kept by the door so snow and the rock salt wouldn’t be dragged through the house.
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