 Foreign Intrigue
Mikki had been up since 2 AM. Not being able to sleep was a real problem for her. She was fully dressed, hair neat, and her usual light layer of eyeliner and black shadow was in place. She looked okay for being up that early. As usual, she was by the fire in her common room, trying miserably to read a book. It went quite well for a while, but it got a little boring.
Mikki wished heartily that she had friends. She was too shy to talk to any of the kids in her house and they never seemed to notice her. It was just now starting to get to her, the fact that she read at lunch instead of talking to someone. A small tear leaked down her cheek, and the bright light of the fresh morning sun made it sparkle like a crystal.
Mikki wiped her face. If people showed up now, she would be made fun of as a cry-baby. Folding her arms across her chest as a sudden rush of coldness invaded her, Mikki tried to keep the lump in her throat at bay and push through this little bout of depression as she repeatedly did.
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what's the worst thing that could happen? you've got to take the chance.
everyone will tell you not to/but no one understands.
D o n' t D i e W o n d e r i n g
silly little charmer/with that sparkle in your eye
seize your hope and kiss them all goodbye. |