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[SUP][SUB][H3]Ember Grove Dormitory ➙ Fairgrounds[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRitbvqsZVE]♪Heart Song♪[/url][/color][/sup][/INDENT]

[color=6ecff6]"It's just... not working out between us."[/color] Hendrix sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.
[color=6ecff6]"Honestly, I'm not even sure what I did wrong this time."[/color]

Jupiter had arrived at Alexandria Prep almost a week ago. She had been so excited to start this new chapter in her life that she moved in early in order to get her affairs underway. Everything was set just how she wanted. Her bedroom had a bohemian ambiance to it. While most of the walls were a rich creamy color, one surface, in particular, had been detailed in a red brick facade. Tapestries of mandalas littered the area, as well as a few posters she had collected over the years. At night the stringed lights she painstakingly hung up made the small dorm somewhat magical. Almost mystical.

At the moment she was sitting cross-legged in the middle of her bed, surrounded by nothing but a few stuffed animals and rumpled sheets. The cell phone pressed between her left ear and shoulder. Demonstrating an extraordinary ability to multitask. Hendrix, her older brother was on the line while she was playing one of her favorite video games. The concentration it took to pay attention to both tasks caused the blonde to nibble on her lower lip. 

[color=7dcbc8]"Yeah. No surprise there... [/color] She sniffed, spamming the "B" button on her N64 controller.
[color=7dcbc8]"I've always told you that Cassandra was bad news. Ever since day one she has been trying to turn you into one of her puppets. So controlling. Such a bi-"[/color]

She stopped short, momentarily distracted from her monologue. Ocarina of Time was one of the best video games in The Legend of Zelda series. One of the major villains had just drastically reduced her character's life in a single blow. It was also Jupiters' favorite video game of all time. Currently, she was in the middle of a battle with Shadow Link, one of the bosses in the Water Temple. The incessant beeping of a low heart count could be heard shrieking from the foot of her bed. There her precious N64 sat plugged into the flat screen T.V.

[color=6ecff6] "She isn't that bad you know. She's just..."[/color] Hendrix paused suddenly, his easygoing tone transforming into one of incredulity. 
[color=6ecff6] "Wait a minute. Jupiter Ann Lennon. Are you playing that stupid game [u]AGAIN[/u]??? Seriously?!"[/color]

Jupiter pursed her lips as she dodged yet another attack. It was a well-known fact in the Lennon household that the 18-year-old had always had a love of videogames. Her preferences usually focused on RPG, adventure, strategic, and puzzle-based archetypes. However, Ocarina of Time was especially meaningful. She must have completed the storyline at least 14 times... She couldn't help it. In a way, a nostalgic emotion was tied to the cartridge. Worries that plagued her always seemed to disappear whenever she played Zelda. It helped make the stress of moving and starting a new life that much easier.

[color=7dcbc8]"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even own a console."[/color] She murmured sarcastically before finally defeating her enemy. 
[color=7dcbc8]"Yesssssss."[/color] She cheered in triumph while throwing her left fist in the air. An action short-lived since her phone had slipped out of her grip. She caught it in mid-air just in time to hear her brother's response.

[color=6ecff6]"Mhmm. Suurree."[/color] He frowned after a moment.
[color=6ecff6]"Listen, little sis. You promised me that you were actually going to go out and have a normal life with this new change. No more of that socially awkward bullshit."[/color]

[color=7dcbc8]"That's weird coming from you. Before you moved out you were always so overprotective."[/color] Jupiter murmured, remembering a time in middle school where Hendrix scared off one of her classmates. The boy had been to juvie a few times... but still.
[color=7dcbc8]"You literally frightened everyone away. Told them that they were a bad influence or something."[/color]

She took a moment to pull the cell phone away from her cheek in order to check the time. It was 9:30 in the morning. With a frown, she leaned forward to turn off the console, but not before pausing and saving her game.

[color=6ecff6]"You know I only did what I did because I love you. No one messes with my little sister."[/color]
Jupiter rolled her eyes at the sentiment. 

[color=7dcbc8]"A promise is a promise... The academy is hosting this carnival function thingy. Kind of a way for students to get to know each other. I'm getting ready to leave now..."[/color]

She looked down at her jeans and began tracing an outline along her thigh with her index finger, a nervous habit that manifested in kindergarten. After the teacher taught her how to spell for the first time, Jupiter had started writing invisible words on her body. It was silly, but in a way it was like sending herself a comforting note. A secret reminder. Emphasis on thoughts that were otherwise too quiet.
On her right thigh, she wrote: "You got this." Her finger drawing each letter in cursive loopy handwriting.

[color=6ecff6]"Thats my girl."[/color] He crooned affectionately.
[color=6ecff6]"Be safe. Call me when you get home."[/color]

[color=7dcbc8]"Will do..."[/color] Jupiter murmured before ending the call.

With an exasperated sigh, she stood up and approached the bathroom. Taking a moment to once again check her appearance in the mirror. Every day around 5 a.m. Jupiter always woke up determined to see the sunrise. Unlike most people, she adored mornings. Mornings provided time for daily rituals such as; making tea, yoga, and meditation. Afterward, she would feel accomplished and proceed to shower in order to get dressed and ready for the day. More often than not, once finished she would have time to do whatever... like play Zelda, draw, or watch T.V.
After staring at her reflection and meeting her own gaze, her rose-colored lips curled up in a small smile. Blue eyes that reminded her of the sea, of her mother, twinkled in the dim lighting. The color had always been extremely calming. They were the eyes that had tucked her in bed as a child. The eyes that had kissed her goodnight. Quickly, she swallowed back a surge of home-sickness.
Her golden locks fell past her shoulders and ended in loose waves just above her hips. Today she wore a simple black tank top, faded blue flares, and a moss green hoodie. Looking down she took comfort in seeing her lucky Converse high tops peeking back up at her. She was ready. She just needed to take that first step.

Inhaling sharply, she scooped up her keys. And before she could stop herself, she was out the door.
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The entrance to the carnival was bursting with pedestrians. Jupiter couldn't help but grin at the sight before her. Beyond the sea of people she noticed a few things in particular. A ferries wheel, numerous food vendors, and a petting zoo. Games like ring toss and balloon darts promised prizes such as teddy bears and foam hats. There was also a... 

[i][color=7bcdc8]...Merry-go-Round??? OMG. Score![/color][/i] Her thoughts screamed in excitement causing the blonde to pick up her pace.
 
However, she didn't get far due to the fact that a group of students were squeezed tightly together. All of them attempting to catch a glimpse of what appeared to be a large poster. Most of the students were taking pictures with their phone. Texting and sharing on social media like crazy. A little curious by the commotion, Jupiter squinted her eyes in order to see the advertisement more clearly.
[h3][b][u]The Elites.[/u][/b][/h3]
The sign proclaimed proudly. Below the statement were portraits of students who looked to be around her age. Under each photo was a label. "The Hermit," "The Fake," even one known as "The Plan-B."

[i][color=7bcdc8]Harsh...[/color][/i] Jupiter thought, wincing at the last nickname.

Frowning, she started to leave. All her life, Lennon tried her best to avoid drama like the plague. This abnormality was a good example. As she walked, a familiar image caught her eye. Stopping, frozen in shock, her eyebrows raised in amazement. Stifling a gasp she leaned forward and stared at a Facebook profile picture she had posted a few months ago. "The Know-it-All" was written just under her chin.

[color=7bcdc8]"Original."[/color] She scoffed, her voice flat.
The crowd around her was buzzing with words such as; "Miss Fortune" and "Famous." Words foreign to Jupiter since she very rarely used social media. Unfortunately, no one seemed to know the reason for the listing. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Why would someone do that... What reason do they have?"[/color] Talking to herself seemed to be the best way to deal with the uncertain emotions swirling around her head.

[color=7bcdc8]"I mean it's no secret that I'm a little smart. Why tell everyone about it? I don't even know anyone around here."[/color] She moved almost in a daze towards the Merry-go-Round. Hopefully the beloved attraction would bring some solace to her recent turmoil.

The ride attendant looked to be a college student. He was probably just working the carnival in an effort to earn some extra cash. He was tall, lanky, with short red hair and a freckled face. A blush fell behind his wire-rimmed glasses as Jupiter smiled politely. In response, he smiled shyly and waved her through the gate. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Thanks... Carson."[/color] She finished after reading his name badge.

Taking her time to carefully choose a noble steed, she finally settled on a brown horse just as the ride began to move. Merry-go-Rounds always reminded her of the amazing childhood she experienced. Every weekend her father used to take her to the Portland mall to ride the "horses." Almost as if by magic she started to feel happier. Less stressed. 
She tilted her head back and spread her arms out wide on either side. Acting as though the metal horse was somehow flying through the air.

After a moment the ride started to slow down much to her chagrin. A goofy persona began to take over as she dismounted the horse. The Merry-go-Round was still spinning as she landed on her feet. A mischevious grin on her face caused by the fact that she was posed as a surfer. The ride like a spiraling sea.