Aurora was sat in the gym, her friend was doing sports, and he always asked Aurora to come along to watch him play. He liked her... A lot. And always tried to impress her. Aurora however never had any intentions of dating him, or anyone else. She was a book worm. She was focusing on her degree as a professional make-up artist. She wanted to be the best special effects artist ever. She knew it was a long shot but hey, it was a dream. 

She paid no attention to her friends ball game what so ever. She was glued to one of her many books. This one was about using a spacial clay, on the face, and different sculpting tools to achieve your look. She loved making people look as terrifying as possible. If she could, shed celebrate Halloween every day. Just as she was about to turn a page. 

BAM! She fell off of the bench she was sat on, luckly onto a gym matt. Her book went flying. She heard laughter from some people. She turned and looked up. She was hit in the head, rather damn hard too, by a ball. It was her so called friend and his group of morons that threw the ball in an attempt to get her attention. She glared and let out a deep sigh as she flopped her head back onto the matt. She looked up at the ceiling. Wondering why? ...Why did she have to have the most moronic of friends? Why couldn't she have a friend who was actually intelligent? Like Sherlock Holmes? She was a big fan of mystery novels.