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[H2][color=yellow]Madeline Kingston[/color][/h2][/center]
[Center][hr][color=gray][b]Sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ Cᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ - ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ́ᴍɪᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴇsᴘᴏɪʀ [/b]
4ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, 1917[/color][hr][/center][indent]Madeline let out a silent groan.

Unlike most of the girls that attended L'Espoir, Madeline had no wish of being here at the academy. It was her father who had sought for her to attend--not Madeline, whom had felt he had chosen to abandon his own daughter for his work. It was his way to get her out of his hair, Madeline believed; To send her abroad to a fancy, upper-class establishment so that Madeline might return to the way he tried to raise his daughter.

And frankly, it was an idea that appealed little to Madeline.

Whilst the academy hosted a few classes and activities that were more than capable of capturing her attention, Madeline felt a strong distaste for the atmosphere. Often Madeline found herself grimacing as she watched the other girls that attended L'Espoir, feeling engulfed and strangled by the sophistication that these young aristocrats wielded. It was difficult for Madeline to understand the need for the finer points of life--to hold oneself vain.

In light of such thoughts, Madeline found herself resting underneath the shade of a tree, far away from most of the student body waiting for the introductory speech to commence. Madeline was one of those that stood out like a sore thumb, and she had no need for some haughty girl to approach her, mocking Madeline with a snobbish tone for being too "boyish" or "puerile." Not that Madeline cared, however, not minding a chance for a good, old-fashioned fisticuffs or some way to shut up one of the conceited girls at L'Espoir.

[color=yellow][i]Perhaps I'll be able to get some shut-eye,[/i][/color] Madeline thought to herself as she gazed upwards, closing her eyes.[/indent]