Post by camille on Feb 24, 2013 3:03:33 GMT -5
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Was it a sad thing that she hated the school well before it even started? She thought it was. She stared at her side of the room from her desk and frowned. Everything was so small. It was nothing compared to her old bedroom in Italy, and not even as big as the one in her dad’s house. Professor Angelis some like to call him. She was half-tempted to calling him ‘Raph’ like everyone else because it was more familiar to her than the title of ‘Dad’. But she stilled her tongue and called him by his proper title.
It was odd hanging around him after so many years. They talked over the phone a few times, but he hasn’t seen her in seven long years. The first thing he said to her was that she’d grown up. Well, duh. That’s what kids do. If you were in the picture you would have seen be grow up with your own eyes, was what she thought but once again she silenced herself, forced a smile, and nodded. She didn’t hate the man; she just hated how he was never around before when she needed him. Cammie developed powers like him four years ago, but he never knew about it. Her mom had helped her out.
She sighed and flopped to her bed and hugged her stuffed panda. She couldn’t blame him entirely. It was a two-way street of course. She caught herself thinking about him of late when she was cooped up in her dorm and not around him. Was he thinking about her or was he too busy caring about his students’ well being? She frowned and kicked at her purple fluffy pillow that matched the bed set underneath her. She needed music. Yeah, that often relaxed her. But not just any music: classical was her preference. She leaned over to her night table and pulled out her mp3 player. She plugged in the headphones, closed her eyes, and allowed the music take her to places that calmed her soul.
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