If there was one thing Bliss loved more than reading and nature, it was her quiet, lonely, empty room. She had never had a room mate since she joined the academy. From her experiences at the foster homes, she learned that room mates were not only obnoxious, grade-dropping, socialites, but also liked to invite even more people into the room that Bliss found over crowded already.
One thing that Bliss does not know, is that a room mate can be a friend. Bliss also needs a friend at this moment, as she slowly spirals to death because she feels unimportant in the world. She has not talked about her troubles since she was ten, and needed to get out of an awful situation. She needs to find her niche in the world, and not continue to be the bizarre, crafty and silent stranger that got all A's. In the foster home, her niche was to use her powers and find out the problems of her peers, and convince them to get out of whatever travesty they thought was inescapable. However, she never took her own advice to tell someone that she felt dead, dying, and like a ghost.
She had never had a room mate here, until now.
One thing that Bliss does not know, is that a room mate can be a friend. Bliss also needs a friend at this moment, as she slowly spirals to death because she feels unimportant in the world. She has not talked about her troubles since she was ten, and needed to get out of an awful situation. She needs to find her niche in the world, and not continue to be the bizarre, crafty and silent stranger that got all A's. In the foster home, her niche was to use her powers and find out the problems of her peers, and convince them to get out of whatever travesty they thought was inescapable. However, she never took her own advice to tell someone that she felt dead, dying, and like a ghost.
She had never had a room mate here, until now.