Morena
Apparently Morena was supposed to be awestruck, the speech was supposed to encourage her and make her think. Unfortunately, none of those things had happened. She had made no sound and never even smiled. The words had meant nothing to her except a chance at actual schooling and a little bit of free time. Maybe those things should have made her feel awesome. But they never did.
Turning away from the others in the room she left it, heading out and moving towards anywhere. All she could say for now was that she had no idea where to go and no idea of what to do. Wandering appeared to be her forte these days.
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After who knows how long she found herself in a crowded hall. Messing with the strange crystals around her neck she tilted her head and took off the necklace. Studying the leather cord and the gems that were held by it. As she took a single gem in her hand, or even became solely focused on one they started to glow. She almost screamed when they did so, dropping the necklace and planning to step on it.
That was when a faculty member came over to her and stopped her before she could panic. Picking up the necklace delicately the woman handed it to her and looked at her expectantly before going away.
Morena sighed and continued through the crowd, no one laughed but she was sure that no one really cared. She felt lucky to have had someone help her. Maybe this strange neck piece would benefit her in the future.
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Morena made her way outside and sat with a relaxed smile on the ground, but as she did the bright green crystal on her necklace glowed dark. She jumped and her heart rate increased, but in her attempt to ignore it she pulled out the journal and fountain pen that came with the necklace.
As the book opened the gems glowed bright, she shook her head and tossed the gems on the ground where the light dampened but still remained effectively vivid. Taking her fountain pen out of reflex she started to write on the page. Her words were fast, scribbles and blurs to the others around her yet Morena saw only her sharp handwriting and what seemed to make perfect sense. Though she had no idea whoa she as writing it just seemed to flow down on the page, she liked the special ink too. It was a bright gold that practically glowed, never mind it was glowing...that is when she shut the book and threw it next to the gems. She realized they had stopped glowing and sighed in relief.
The ink of the book hadn't though, she could tell it stopped when she closed it but when she cracked open a page the words were bright and golden. This thing was cursed. She had to get it out of her life.
Getting up she grabbed the tools and walked over to the trash can, tossing them in and smiling. Then in a mad panic she dug through the trash, searching for the tools. If she didn't find them she swore she would hit herself. Why had she tossed them in the first place? As soon as she found the items she hugged them to her and walked back inside.
Today is going to be a strange day. Morena thought as she continued to have this love-hate relationship with tings from students, to staff, to of course, her cursed tools. She was obsessing over all of them.