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[b]| Introducing |[/b]  Professor [color=00748b]Eliana "Timekeeper" Crowne[/color] & [color=008b8b]Illuria Lovelace[/color]
[b]| Time |[/b]  12:05 PM
[b]| Location |[/b]  John Carrington Science Building 

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[indent][indent][color=008b8b]"Mommmmmmm,"[/color] Illuria Lovelace grimaced as her mother, the Professor for all things Physics (Gifted and not), cleaned a smudge off her cheeks, like she was a child. [color=008b8b]"We gotta' stop this or people are going to make fun of me!"[/color] Ria protested, looking around the Science building lobby. One day, this was going to catch up to her and she'd get bullied, just like she was in highschool, and middle school, and grade school. 

Eliana pulled back when her daughter scrunched her nose in objection. The doting mother hooked her thumbs in her pants pockets in hopes that would prevent her from coddling her youngest, [color=00748b]"I know, I know. Sorry."[/color] Clearing her throat, she glanced out the glass entrance to see the club fair at a distance. [color=00748b]"So you're going right?"[/color]  

[color=008b8b]"Uh,"[/color] Ria went to the door and rested her forehead on the cold glass. She saw the long trek ahead and all the people [i]already[/i] gathering. She didn't want to go. She didn't want to have to smile and pretend to have a good time. Why was it so important to build her resume or network with her classmates? Why couldn't she just go to the Clocktower, her own sanctuary, and hideout, away from it all? [color=008b8b]"Yeah... I thought if I didn't, you'd be upset. I would rather not but grandma wouldn't like me wasting this opportunity. You know how she is: Opportunities are usually dressed in—"[/color]

[color=00748b]"—everyday clothes and if it feels like work, then it's something worth pursuing. Yepp, I know baby."[/color]

Ria deeply sighed, hoping she was dressed to her peers standards, which she probably wasn't. She was wearing an [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/49/fa/c7/49fac79ad8c002a1356f3907aacbedbd.jpg]overall skirt[/url] with a black [url=https://i.insider.com/5994529538c3fb866f8b4726?width=750&format=jpeg&auto=webp]choker[/url] necklace and smoky eyeshadow. Her hair was [url=https://cdn.celpox.com/bby_uploads/celeb/58a723b7c5d87f0caf5eb981bb682a51.jpg]unruly and untamed[/url] as per usual and she wore ankle socks with black low top converse sneakers. Her style, when she wasn't going to fancy events with her family, was still relatively childish. [color=008b8b]"I hope there's like no fashion police here, I'm comfortable and I'd hate being judged because of that."[/color] 

Unable to keep her hands away from comforting her daughter, Eliana reached for Ria's shoulders and shifted the young girl to look at her. Her little Dream Catcher. [color=00748b]"I know this can be scary but I promise you the sooner you make friends, the better off you'll be. When you surround yourself with good people. Positive people. Nothing else matters. I don't want you to be afraid to get yourself out there, okay? You're young, Ria, go have fun. I'm sure you're going to find your people. The ones that center you. And like time, nothing can stop you from moving forward, right baby? You, Illuria Crowne Lovelace, were born to be a hero."[/color]  

[color=008b8b]"You totally stole that from Uncle's email,"[/color] Ria said matter-of-factly. 

[color=00748b]"Oh hush,"[/color] Ellie chuckled, giving Ria a quick kiss on the forehead. [color=00748b]"Okay get going before it gets too crowded and you feel claustrophobic. My suggestion is, start with the music club! I hear the people in charge are throwing a party later."[/color] 

Playfully rolling her eyes, Ria pulled away from her mother, [color=008b8b]"I would hope so, ma. It's all over the Gram."[/color] With that, the young Crowne pushed the glass doors and took her exit. 

As she walked away, she shuttered in cringe when her mother called out: [color=00748b]"Go get 'em baby!"[/color] 

Ria swiftly looked around her, hyper-focusing in all the students walking by her. Hiding her blushing face with her long curly hair, Ria sped walked to the Fair. 

[color=008b8b][i]Please be quick... please be quick... please be quick...[/i][/color] 

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