Fiore banged her head into the table. She hated essays like this. She was only 13 it wasn’t like she had her whole life planned out. She barely had the next week planned out, even worse there were some weeks where she only had the next couple hours planned out. Why did the teachers start with the ‘what do you want to be when you grow up’. All she wanted to do was be a good older sister. However you couldn’t make a career out of being a good older sister. So here she was stuck at 4 in the morning working on this essay she had written up and trashed about 40 times. Seriously why couldn’t this be a senior class project? Okay so it was a senior project as well and maybe thinking about it the teachers just wanted to know if you were starting to think about the way you wanted your life to go. She would just have to pick a job, come up with some reason why it was interesting and then change it later. No one expected you to grow up to do your childhood dream.
Maybe though, she should take this seriously. What did she like to do, what were aspects of herself. She did want to make people safer but she wasn’t really the policeman type and being part dryad fighting fires probably wasn’t the best either. Maybe she could study curse breaking? After all ancient tombs sometimes had curses written into them to protect them from tomb robbers. The archaeologists would need someone proficient in magic to take care of them. She recalled the scare that had happened around Halloween. It sounded like the perfect job for Fiore. She loved adventures, the idea of traveling, and magic always captivated her. It sounded like it would be a good choice for her.
Yeah she’d write about that. Besides like she had mentioned earlier, Iit wasn’t like it had to be set in stone at the moment.
