For as great as she thought going to Crystal academy was going to be, she really hadn’t counted on it kicking her a** the way it was. She hadn’t counted on having more things to do than she knew how to do, and she really hadn’t counted on the vacation that her family took her on last summer. She had been so busy, Samantha hadn’t had time for anything else. There had been no running around as Lutetia, no exploring the world of Lutetia, no nothing. Just school and living live as a normal fifteen year old would.

It was again getting to the end of the school year and Samantha was wondering just what the summer was going to be like this time. Would she have time to get back into being Lutetia? She wasn’t one hundred percent sure about that, but she was more than willing to try. So long as her parent’s didn’t surprise her with another trip out of the country she would do her best to start doing her duty once again. Even though there wasn’t much of a point to going out and ‘saving the world’. She was still something less than she should have been. At least according to Columba she was. She was fifteen, and the last time she had tried she hadn’t been anything more than what she was before. A chibi. Something weaker than the rest. Something lesser than the rest.

Samantha reached into the drawer that was on her desk and drew out her henshin pen, looking it over for a long moment and giving a long, frustrated sigh. Well. Now what. Was she supposed to just jump back in feet first? What would even be waiting for her if she started this again?

The brunette raised her eyes to the window, looking outside at the grounds of Crystal Academy. She really wondered what the point was. She didn’t play any large role in anything going on. She was just a normal boring girl who couldn’t hardly even do her part to change the world. And maybe that was simply due to the fact that she didn’t care that much. It was too difficult to really balance her life with being Lutetia. Why would she want to put her life on the line if she didn’t even get anything from it. There was no rhyme or reason to it, so she just didn’t bother.

The teenager put the henshin pen back in her desk drawer and shrugged, walking over to the window and closing the drapes. What she couldn’t see couldn’t bother her, so as long as she didn’t bother seeing the things going on in the city, she couldn’t feel bad about it.

She wouldn’t feel bad about it.

It wasn’t her issue anymore. At least, it wasn’t her issue at the moment.