- Mar 20, 2014
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Mia Vesuvius
Mia felt lost. Moreso than usual.
She stood alone in one of the spiraling towers as she smoked and looked out one of the stone windows that lined the tower. Almost seemed a shame to stink up the beautiful tower with her cigarette, but it was one of the few places she found an effective hiding spot to indulge her nicotine habit on campus.
It was a beautiful campus, wasn’t it? She enjoyed looking upon it from the high towers, but other than the view she was starting to feel negative toward Starlight Academy. She barely went to any classes anymore—and when she did go, her ability to concentrate was shot. She hardly wanted to be on campus besides in her dorm room. She was struggling with authority figures within the school system.
She was also terribly lonely.
Mia let out a tired sigh as she leaned against the wall besides the small open window. A light breeze blew through the window and brushed her skirt against her thighs—not the school uniform skirt, though. It had been about…perhaps, three weeks? Perhaps three weeks since she had been to any class or had worn her school uniform.
Mia felt that she was not getting anything out of Starlight Academy—maybe she never had. Should she drop out? But what would she do then? Maybe stay on the island and find a job, she supposed. Or just aimlessly wander the world like she used to. Just get lost somewhere.
Lost. Right, she was trying to not be lost anymore. She wanted to feel at home somewhere. Starlight Academy didn’t seem to be the place. There were no connections to the school she really felt would keep her around. A few casual friends here and there, but that was about it. Most students avoided her anyway—too many rumors about her being a slut. And those who were drawn to her because of those rumors usually found themselves disappointed when she wasn’t what others claimed—and along came the rumors of her being a bitch instead.
The cigarette hung in her mouth as she continued to stare at the window. Maybe she could be a model. Were there modelling agencies on the island? Probably, right? She certainly had the good looks from her Goddess mother. Would they be bothered that she had some tattoos? Nah, they could probably just airbrush that shit out. She didn’t know. She couldn’t really think of anything else she could do besides hope that her good looks could carry her somewhere.
When her cig was nearly burnt down, Mia snuffed it out on the stone wall, tossed it on the ground, and pulled out another one to light. Was it time to call it quits on this place?
Mia felt lost. Moreso than usual.
She stood alone in one of the spiraling towers as she smoked and looked out one of the stone windows that lined the tower. Almost seemed a shame to stink up the beautiful tower with her cigarette, but it was one of the few places she found an effective hiding spot to indulge her nicotine habit on campus.
It was a beautiful campus, wasn’t it? She enjoyed looking upon it from the high towers, but other than the view she was starting to feel negative toward Starlight Academy. She barely went to any classes anymore—and when she did go, her ability to concentrate was shot. She hardly wanted to be on campus besides in her dorm room. She was struggling with authority figures within the school system.
She was also terribly lonely.
Mia let out a tired sigh as she leaned against the wall besides the small open window. A light breeze blew through the window and brushed her skirt against her thighs—not the school uniform skirt, though. It had been about…perhaps, three weeks? Perhaps three weeks since she had been to any class or had worn her school uniform.
Mia felt that she was not getting anything out of Starlight Academy—maybe she never had. Should she drop out? But what would she do then? Maybe stay on the island and find a job, she supposed. Or just aimlessly wander the world like she used to. Just get lost somewhere.
Lost. Right, she was trying to not be lost anymore. She wanted to feel at home somewhere. Starlight Academy didn’t seem to be the place. There were no connections to the school she really felt would keep her around. A few casual friends here and there, but that was about it. Most students avoided her anyway—too many rumors about her being a slut. And those who were drawn to her because of those rumors usually found themselves disappointed when she wasn’t what others claimed—and along came the rumors of her being a bitch instead.
The cigarette hung in her mouth as she continued to stare at the window. Maybe she could be a model. Were there modelling agencies on the island? Probably, right? She certainly had the good looks from her Goddess mother. Would they be bothered that she had some tattoos? Nah, they could probably just airbrush that shit out. She didn’t know. She couldn’t really think of anything else she could do besides hope that her good looks could carry her somewhere.
When her cig was nearly burnt down, Mia snuffed it out on the stone wall, tossed it on the ground, and pulled out another one to light. Was it time to call it quits on this place?