"No. That's not it."
A confused pair of cerulean eyes looked across the flimsy map it was looking over; legs pacing back and forth as eyes went to and fro from side to side hoping to find some landmark to figure out where to go. Her hands could only run through her brunette hair and scratch her scalp a little in her confusion, obviously not interested in taking too long to find her way.
“This is where long-term memory would actually come in handy.†She grumbled, barely heard by the passer-by groups of teenagers that made their way through the academy courtyard. It was obviously mid-noon, a time where most students would be out for lunch – and perhaps maybe a bit later the corridors would be a bit busier, as some students end up taking only half their day for school to do either part-time work, or just laze around.
Either way, it would seem that Grace was lost. Again. She could’ve sworn that she had been here for her work interview, and several other things – not to mention drawing some sort of map in her diary (which would probably be the only thing she kept remembering all throughout these horrible years. Almost thirteen years of writing every single moment of her life; it was a tedious project that she had only done to make sure she would remember events that she would consider important, but of course that was something that only helped for “important†matters.
Unfortunately, the small things in life that people tend to remember in passing were almost non-existent. Small, happy memories faded into her dreams and into the nothingness of her psyche as easily as those she would for those she would not want to remember either way.
If only this curse was curable only through science.
It was not.
Memory was purely the basis of her aura; the potential of never-ending knowledge, and the ability to learn just about anything that could be taught to another human being in a day the amount one would take to master in years of actual practice.
But of course, the price was… grave.
Walking around was a dangerous thing, and this very confused lady only went off the library from arranging her class records only to have forgotten her way back.
She left the library no less than half an hour ago.
Rolling her eyes upward in defeat, Grace folded the map in her hands hurriedly, stuffing it into her white coat’s pockets and taking out the small mini-diary she kept around for small notations and skimmed through her thoughts for the day. What should she remember?
Nothing in particular except the way back – if not to at least get her notes back and all the records that she’d hate to re-do at home. Adjusting her glasses, she looked around. The students were flocking out, excited for either a few hours or the rest of the day off schoolwork. It would be a very happy moment, if only she could only remember the smiles on their faces, and the look of teenagers walking hand in hand lovestuck and content.
“Ah, I feel old.†Crossing her arms, she looked behind her. The courtyard gardens were getting packed by groups of students doing their regular meet-ups underneath the shade of the trees to snack and do light studying.
Everything was set in place.
Where was she supposed to be again?
“… I seriously need to write things down.â€Â
A confused pair of cerulean eyes looked across the flimsy map it was looking over; legs pacing back and forth as eyes went to and fro from side to side hoping to find some landmark to figure out where to go. Her hands could only run through her brunette hair and scratch her scalp a little in her confusion, obviously not interested in taking too long to find her way.
“This is where long-term memory would actually come in handy.†She grumbled, barely heard by the passer-by groups of teenagers that made their way through the academy courtyard. It was obviously mid-noon, a time where most students would be out for lunch – and perhaps maybe a bit later the corridors would be a bit busier, as some students end up taking only half their day for school to do either part-time work, or just laze around.
Either way, it would seem that Grace was lost. Again. She could’ve sworn that she had been here for her work interview, and several other things – not to mention drawing some sort of map in her diary (which would probably be the only thing she kept remembering all throughout these horrible years. Almost thirteen years of writing every single moment of her life; it was a tedious project that she had only done to make sure she would remember events that she would consider important, but of course that was something that only helped for “important†matters.
Unfortunately, the small things in life that people tend to remember in passing were almost non-existent. Small, happy memories faded into her dreams and into the nothingness of her psyche as easily as those she would for those she would not want to remember either way.
If only this curse was curable only through science.
It was not.
Memory was purely the basis of her aura; the potential of never-ending knowledge, and the ability to learn just about anything that could be taught to another human being in a day the amount one would take to master in years of actual practice.
But of course, the price was… grave.
Walking around was a dangerous thing, and this very confused lady only went off the library from arranging her class records only to have forgotten her way back.
She left the library no less than half an hour ago.
Rolling her eyes upward in defeat, Grace folded the map in her hands hurriedly, stuffing it into her white coat’s pockets and taking out the small mini-diary she kept around for small notations and skimmed through her thoughts for the day. What should she remember?
Nothing in particular except the way back – if not to at least get her notes back and all the records that she’d hate to re-do at home. Adjusting her glasses, she looked around. The students were flocking out, excited for either a few hours or the rest of the day off schoolwork. It would be a very happy moment, if only she could only remember the smiles on their faces, and the look of teenagers walking hand in hand lovestuck and content.
“Ah, I feel old.†Crossing her arms, she looked behind her. The courtyard gardens were getting packed by groups of students doing their regular meet-ups underneath the shade of the trees to snack and do light studying.
Everything was set in place.
Where was she supposed to be again?
“… I seriously need to write things down.â€Â
