Post by cara june bainbridge on Aug 15, 2017 23:48:17 GMT -7
A change of pace. That was what Cara needed right now. The last week had been spent studying for a test and then completing a paper that was due the day after. Hellish was a good way to describe it. This was one of those topics that she struggled on; the kind that didn’t come naturally and meant that triple the effort had to be put into it in order to churn out a reasonable grade. The paper came out fine, but that was to be expected. Writing was her specialty after all. As for the test? Cara had to go for a really, really long walk into a secluded area of the grounds in order to burn off the fuming rage she had. She absolutely loathed lower than normal marks, and this was another one of them. It was one thing if she didn’t put the time or effort into it, but this time wasn’t like that. Hours out of each day had been set aside specifically for studying, and she received a trash grade. She figured that with this, she might as well not care anymore about school. Her grades technically didn’t matter, since she was going to write fiction. What was the point, right?
But that wouldn’t do, and she knew that. She had to live up to what was expected of her. To make a good example for her sisters to follow, even if some of them (Kinsey), didn’t want to do that. Her claims and position in the family would be questioned if she gave up now. Not only was giving up the absolute worst thing she could do, but it would also mean that she would allow herself to back down for a stupid reason. She hated that she was like this. Giving up meant certain failure. Trying harder didn’t always get her the correct results. None of it made sense.
The walk on the grounds ended with her at the edge of the forest. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do now that she was out here, but anything was better than looking at a textbook. Ahead of her on the trail was a grouping of larger rocks, and that seemed like a fitting place to sit and hide from the world for a few hours. Tossing her bag up onto the highest point of the rock, Cara climbed up it nimbly and sprawled herself out. The April sun was a lot warmer than it had been a few weeks earlier. Letting out a deep breath, she reached into her bag and pulled out a notebook, which she primarily used for story ideas, and a pen. Now was better than never to come up with new ideas. Her mind was working at light-speed because she was still pissed off about the test.