Post by Freya Cullen on Dec 11, 2012 21:29:29 GMT -5
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609 words. Please don't reply with something under 500, I have good muse and don't want to loose it.
It wasn't usual for Freya to be out and about, especially with winter break coming up. Her family had prepared her to come back to Britain, and with her late night texting sessions with her brother, she knew that they were up to something. Freya sighed lightly, kicking her feet off the edge of the table she was sitting on, wondering what she would do. Freya had already invited Carmel to come along with her, solely to annoy her parents, but to be honest, Freya did want someone else to be around with her when she was faced with her parents. She swore that they hated her for no apparent reason, which to be honest, did influence Freya's bad butt attitude, which was the very same thing that made her parents send her off to Canterwood Crest.
Sighing lightly, the Brit pushed herself off of the table, heels clacking on the tile floor of the cold dark common room. Running a hand through her disheveled hair, she nibbled a bit on the chocolate she had brought with her, Freya having an enormous sweet tooth. It was after hours, and she was definitely out after their curfew, but she didn't care much. Why should she? It wasn't like she was going to get yelled at. The worse, she'd get expelled. And Freya, Freya had been kicked out of too many schools to count. Why should she care about this one? Freya padded around the carpet of the common room, bottom lip tucked between her white teeth, briefly taking out her phone to text a few friends back from Britain. Apparently her sleeping habits had followed her here, even though Freya had been here for at least a year now.
Glancing up, the girl with instagram on her phone was interrupted by a stranger, who was slowly walking into the room. She didn't know if they were just sleep walking, or if they couldn't sleep, like her. Being daring, she went with the latter. "Can't sleep?" She asked kindly, though she knew that if she was talking with a select few she might have regretted her words. Freya was known for her few 'rivalries' between a few of the other girls here. But it wasn't her fault, the Brit just didn't understand why everyone was fighting to be a girl in the 'Trio'. if you had friends, wasn't that good enough? But apparently that wasn't, and next thing she knew, girls were fighting and backstabbing like crazy just to be popular. To be in The Trio, a group of three girls that apparently were the best at everythiing and insparable. Freya thought it was a bit trivial, after all, who would care about your popularity after three or four years? When you went to college, everyone would be gone, and no one would remember you and your backstabbing abilities. Freya knew that she might as well take herself out of the running for the popularity contest, knowing that if she was to really follow her brother's footsteps, then she'd be going back to Britain in her Junior year, for her parents to enroll her early in college classes at the University of Oxford.
But Freya was an arts girl, anybody who came to her thursday nights at the Sweet Shoppe and heard her sing would know that. Anybody in her arts class, or drama, or anything artsy knew it. She would just have to keep fighting, and that was one thing Freya wasn't afraid of doing. Especially if it was going against her parent's wishes. She'd do anything to go against them. They weren't going to control her anymore.
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