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IC: Sometimes it was hard being a teenager. Sometimes, it was even harder being a teenager at boarding school, while your every hope and desire is to be at home, with your family. Rika was in that situation. Rika Olivia Johnson sat in her English classroom, drafting a piece that her class had been set. She needed to write about her dreams. Although she was quite fond of the idea, she was faced with a dilema, because she had too many dreams to write about. Being a young girl, and a devoted writer, she took the time to let her imagination dance. She enjoyed the dance, and was known to most people for constantly having her mind in the clouds. It was hard growing up, in addition to school work and listening to all of the tragedy in the world, so sometimes, her dreams were all that she could escape to when everything else terrified her. Often, her friends told her to focus on reality, and to be more aware of the important things in life, but sometimes her dreams were not so crazy. They were real enough for her.
With her pen tapping on the corner of the desk on the odd occasion, Rika filled her notepad with a variety of random things that she often drempt about. They weren't too eccentric at all. In fact, some of it was rather basic, but in the course of her lifetime, she found that simple things always won her affection. Her dark brown eyes scanned the contents of her notepad, and found that she had written many things, such as magic, homemade bread, kisses and her favourite animals. She thought of different things to write, while listening to the melody of the choir fade away. She loved Christmas. She loved carol singing, and she loved the magic of waking up on Christmas day. Everything was magic to her. She was a mature young woman, but somehow held on to her world through the eyes of a child. She preferred it that way.
