[center][h2]Freya[/h2][/center]
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Never in my life have I felt so small except when watching my Ma and Pa perform in one of their concerts. Now here I am, standing in front of a dormitory inside the campus of a very majestic, castle-like academy. I may look calm on the outside, but in the inside multiple tiny Freyas are running around in my mind, screaming in terror and crying in despair. A whole flock of butterflies is flying inside my tummy and I really, really have to use the restroom right now.

You may think I'm overboard, 'cause I am. The whole world may know our family as prim and proper, the definition of elegance and sophistication. Little did they know that Ma proudly farts in front of her own children, Pa wears clothes mismatched so hard you may think he's a hobo, Frey always wrestles with our golden retriever Beyonce in mud puddles, and yours truly nearly spends all of her life practicing, along with singing and composing, how to twerk (I still have a long way to go but I'm getting there). Yes, I know it's a lot far from what people's first impressions of me are; you can just imagine the shock and horror on my friend's faces when they knew the real me (thank goodness they didn't run away).

We never ever show this side of our family to the public not because it might destroy our "sophisticated" reputation, but because my parents felt they've shared their whole life to the world that we deserve to keep this part of ourselves only to ourselves. Of course, I still tone down my hyper personality whenever I'm outside so I can respect my parents' wish. I also loved them more because of it. It just means that despite all their success and fame, they still make family their number one priority, which I am greatly thankful for. 

Geez, one minute in the new place and I'm already thinking about home. I took some deep breathes and walked through the doors along with my bag. I guess one more "geez" is appropriate because I am completely shook about the beauty of the lobby. [i]The. Lobby.[/i] Just standing in the lobby made me feel like I'm under-dressed for this academy. There's also a couple of people my age milling around. Are they students here too? If so, may the gods help me in socializing with my peers as my brain is currently short-circuiting from everything that has happened to me so far this day. I decided to make a beeline for one of the attendants at the counter so I can find my assigned room and calm my freaking nerves out.