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Sydney finished her shower then thought of changing into her prison uniform which is what she thought of the Tower uniforms. They were gray utility and for an 18 year old girl the ugliest clothing posible; at least in prison she would have had a chance of dressing in another color dependant on her crime. After thinking about it Sydney decided to just stay in her room wearing only a sports bra and a pair cute micro boxers covered in little grateful dead bears.

So flicking on her sound system she bounced to the music as she made herself a fresh batch of chicken salad using canned chicken breast, relish, celery, mayo, and a touch of mustard which she then spread on whole grain crackers. 

Once she’d finished a quick snack she flipped on her monitor so she could watch videos and practice dancing to the music ([url=https://youtu.be/XWDRdJ6O4cY]Belly Dancing[/url])

She loved how fun it was to just allow her body to translate the music into physical motion exercising another aspect of her omnilingualism. As she danced she felt loneliness stir in her heart as she thought if she were what they called a normal girl she’d have at least kissed someone by now but here she was an 18 year old girl with no hope of ever attending college except as a correspondence course which sucked eggs.

College was were other people her age began exploring themselves, deciding their tastes, their sexuality, Fashion choices, and in the end the major focuses of their lives. Sure she could buy things with the stipend the Tower gave her but she had no peers to approve or oppose to find herself. She was stuck with the older people around her and trying to fit into their peer group and it sucked.

So here she was Rapunzel in the Tower and her hair bobbed to prevent any hope of escape dancing with herself.