Study Blues

Sunday, 12/08/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

She wasn’t a particularly dumb teenager and bad grades certainly weren’t something she was plagued with. After all, they had worked hard to afford to attend the academy at all, they couldn’t waste it on bad grades. However, Xeremey also was not a genius. Formulas didn’t come easy to her and neither did much of anything else. No, she wasn’t failing, but she was struggling. C’s and B’s colored her report card, with two A’s in Master Symphony and Defense.

Then, there was that F, in Trigonometry, that wretched class.

While she wasn’t particularly worried about getting straight A’s – she wanted to get by and make decent grades – having an F just wasn’t going to do. With midterms coming up soon, if she made some headway on her homework and got a decent grade on the exam… She could make a D, maybe even a low C if she pushed and maybe got some extra credit.

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Whats’s In The Past

August 2230 – By Rebecca Green

It was only an hour’s drive from the city to the small town that bordered the Academy. Adrian had passed the time as he was used to- taking along a book he’d read a hundred times, the pages and covers worn and wrinkled. For him, it was just another car ride- for the girl sitting in the front seat, it was much more. She was old enough to attend Strongwind Academy, a prestigious school for all types of students, and she could hardly wait. She wouldn’t be staying just yet, even though she could. Her mother had told her that staying this early was unnecessary. All she could do at that point was count down the days until she was free.

Veronica was the first out of the car when it came to a stop- Betty hadn’t even had a chance to put the car in park before the girl’s feet hit the pavement and she was darting around the car, yanking the driver’s side door open and bouncing on her heels. “C’mon!” she demanded, reaching out and tugging insistently on her mother’s arm. The woman gave a brief laugh, unbuckling her seatbelt and giving a glance at the boy in the back seat. “Patience, Veronica- the school’s not going anywhere. Put the book down, Adrian, and come on.”

Rising from the car, she pulled her arm from Veronica’s grasp, missing the look that crossed the girl’s face at the news that her brother was coming with them. “He’s coming?” she asked, meeting her mother’s gaze, annoyed by the confusion that flickered across Betty’s eyes.

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The Sins Of Blood

Thursday 12/05/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Rhea limped all the way to the infirmary. Adrian nervously followed, keeping an arm around her and letting her keep most of her negligible body weight on him. He had been tempted to carry her entirely, but the profuse amount of blood made him hesitant. And he wasn’t about to swoop her up out of nowhere- she seemed quite determined to make it herself, only leaning on him as much as she had to.

Which was quite a bit. Her adrenaline was gone and the wound in her thigh was deep enough that she could barely walk, and it was only through her own stubbornness that she did.

Adrian reached forward to nudge the infirmary door open and the blue haired nurse was facing away from them, placing some pill bottles in a freezer bag and storing them in a locked cabinet. She turned toward them with a smile, which quickly disappeared as her eyes narrowed and she hurried toward them.

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An Assailant of Blood

Thursday, 12/5/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

The knife pricked her finger. Held there, the knife duly twisted against her skin. Shadows danced across the floor, thrown about by the waning moon against the windows and the trees blowing in the wind, just outside the hallway where she walked. Gold eyes glinted in the light, and the woman brandishing the weapon walked tall, a clean six foot body with waist length hair pulled into a blonde ponytail. It bounced with every movement, each step confident and leisurely. No one would be around. School had let out hours ago, each of the brats would be hiding away in their houses, cramming in what little studying they could for final exams to come.

None of them would come across her, clad in a leather jacket and tight black leggings. She reached a hand into the jacket, pulling out a small black orb, bringing it to her nose and taking a whiff. Smiling, the woman was close to her destination.

She hadn’t thought it would come to this. The plan had been to scare the little brat, run her out of the job and keep her from sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. And, four years ago, it had worked. Vander had quit as expected at the simple threats. It hadn’t been that hard, really, to find her family- snap a couple of pictures, take a couple notes on their daily activities and send it to the agent. Vander – Silverfang – had handed in her resignation in a matter of hours.

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Falling For Someone

Thursday, 12/05/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

No one really talked to Noklie anymore, not after Rue and Sansa had taken the courtesy of telling absolutely everyone about his little outburst in the middle of the werewolf chaos. Half the first years gossiped about him, and the other half treated him like a ticking time bomb. Eolande was the only one who’d sit next to him in science class and he pretended this didn’t bother him. After all, the green haired girl was nice- though she had been forlorn after being told she couldn’t bring snakes to class anymore. She seemed skittish about the ordeal, sometimes reaching up to her hair and frowning.

She was weird, Noklie admitted, but he was pretty weird himself and he was just glad to have one person who wasn’t afraid of him, or cruel to him. Rue and Sansa had taken it upon themselves to continue the rumors that they were dating, headed by Monica. Eolande didn’t seem to understand what this meant, and Noklie didn’t do much to defend the rumors, unwilling to cause more trouble. Eolande was nice, but he wasn’t about to date her.

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Snow Play

Tuesday, 12/3/2250 – Rebecca Green.

It had snowed during the night- little more than a light dusting, just enough to even out the previous fall. With two feet of snow, the kids had taken their chance, before classes started, to get out in it and start yet another full-scale snowball fight. Soon classes began to loom and those who had lessons to attend had broken off and returned to their houses to dry off and change.

Adrian had left the library in charge of a couple aides. It was cold, but he wasn’t bothered. Standing on the steps of the Primary Building, he watched as the kids who didn’t have classes kept up the fight, yelling and screaming. Ducking and dodging, they hid behind hastily formed forts, popping up to hurl snowballs at others. Skirting the lawn, Adrian made his way into the forest, his eyes fixed on the ground as he tromped through the snow that came nearly to his knees. It was a workout, lifting his legs above the top of the snow and breaking through with each step. He was glad when he reached the forest, where the trees took some of the snow, leaving less to lie on the ground; it made walking much easier.

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Tuesday, 12/3/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

Aelita swallowed hard. Holding the envelope in a near crushing grip, the manilla stock paper bent underneath her fingers. Sitting on her bed, she stared at it. Debating with herself, she knew this was a stupid idea. She should stuff the envelope under her pillow until night came, and then burn it in the fireplace. Why would she subject herself to the humiliation? She might lose her best friend. But she couldn’t keep lying to herself, and to Dora. Not after she’d discovered this only a few days ago. When she had finally gotten her phone back and seen the danger Dora had been put in, her heart had beat so wildly. She couldn’t keep lying when she’d been so relieved to see the selkie again.

She’d known she was gay since fourth year, having briefly dated a boy and decided it was wrong and not what she wanted. That summer, she had her first girlfriend at orchestra camp. It had been jarring at first, as her grandmother was a devote Christian and disapproved whole heartedly, but Aelita’s mother and father had always stood between them as a buffer to let Aelita live as she wanted to. Grandma wasn’t as adamant about it anymore, at least.

Still, she’d never gone this far. Dora approved, but… This was different. She should stop now.

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