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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 10:45 pm
It was Spookday and Circe was wide awake at midnight which was unusual for this particular Reaper ghoul because she was usually out no later then ten. She sat quietly at her desk with a ink jar and fountain pen laying neatly next to a large sheet of old paper, it's lines barely visible. Unlike most, Circe and her parents corresponded with one another via letter rather then using a skellyphone or the like (even though each of them had one). To put it simply they were all fairly useless when it came to technology. Frowning slightly to herself the ghoul began to tap her fingers against the top of her desk as she tried to think about what she could tell them. There hadn't been anything particularly interesting going on with her as of late, or really ever. More often then not she actually felt like she was wasting an education another student could be getting.
She was a terrible fighter despite the numerous battles she had been in since arriving at the school and the training tips she had gotten from West. She knew very little about pretty much everything and found herself sinking further and further into the shadows of her classes. It wasn't that she wasn't smart or incapable of learning, it's just that she hadn't really had a reason to apply herself further in classes. Though that might have been mostly due to her being a social pariah. Since her arrival she had met a handful of students and most of them had become her enemies. While there were a few that claimed to be her friends she found it a bit hard to believe at times because when she looked around they were nowhere to be found. "I'm all alone." She said, accidentally letting a tear roll down her cheek.
This revelation was not at all knew or foreign to her. In fact for the past few months the ghoul often came back to her dorm and cried herself to sleep. She knew that she was spiraling into a depression not only from that but from the emptiness she felt building in her chest little by little everyday. Despite all of this she still woke up everyday and put on the facade that everything was okay and that she was as bubbly and as bright as ever. However, little by little she was slowly being swallowed up by her own misery and loneliness Unbeknownst to her however those emotions were pulling her into the darkness. Within the last couple weeks every time Circe hit the confines of her room before she cried herself to sleep she would think terrible and nasty thoughts about the people around her, people she really didn't know. Mostly she would say things about the way they looked or how they acted, boasting that she was far better then them. In all honesty the ghoul hadn't really noticed that she was doing it, or if she did that it was really that mean. Though more and more she was beginning to sound like a preppy and bitchy cheerleader, the kind that would gladly give you a swirly in the bathroom because you simply looked the wrong way at her.
Taking in a deep breath Circe took hold of her fountain pent and dipped it in the ink so that she could write. Once it was filled she placed the pen over the paper and began to jot down the truth. Circe was honest through and through, even now though she did try at times to bend the truth a little in order to not hurt other's feelings. But within the confines of her room where the darkness within her began to take over her heart this bending was nowhere to be found. When she had finished her letter Circe placed the pen back in it's spot and put the skull top on the ink. "Gotta let it dry." She said to herself as she moved across the room to her bed where she laid down under the covers. She felt utterly exhausted and the usual tears were the only goodnight wish she got.
After all the tears were gone for the night, right as she was drifting off to sleep Circe thought of the upcoming school day. She would give classes and students another try. Maybe they just needed a few more weeks to warm up to her. Yeah, that had to be it. There was no need to worry her parents about how she was doing at the school. At least not yet. Circe held this confidence and new found hope that had managed to make their presence known tightly within herself. Hope was something she needed more then anything right now. Well that and luck. "Tomorrow will be better." Circe said with a smile. Little did she know she was going to be using that chant a lot. But for the first time in a long time Circe fell asleep with a smile on her face.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 12:10 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 12:13 am
Solo Word Count: 838
Circe's letter home Word Count: 146
Total Word Count: 984
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