Post by cara june bainbridge on Aug 28, 2017 22:30:57 GMT -7
Only a few more months were left in the school year. That was the light at the end of the tunnel for Cara. She had suddenly come to the realization that her classes really didn’t matter for her intended career choice, and that putting as much effort as she had been into them was slightly ridiculous. That didn’t mean she was stopping completely though; just more breaks were involved than they had been before. Scoring high was still important to her, but that was only if she wanted something to fall back on. Writing novels didn’t exactly require the majority of the content taught in Hogwarts classes. She had worked on everything of her own accord. Research for short stories and ideas was conducted during her free time, and if she was interested in learning about a certain topic, she would go ahead and do that. Shrugging off all her work and studying would be too difficult to manage. Especially after seven years of pushing herself beyond what she should have been capable of. Only one person figured it out the entire time, and that worked for her. Pissed her off, sure, but knowing that the time for the façade to drop was almost here was relieving. Just a few more months. The constant reminder was wonderful. Of course that was just another thing that she couldn’t show publically, or else her siblings would feel like they would have to slack off as well. Once they figured out their aspirations and how to go about them, they would have the pleasure of not being bossed around anymore. Until then, they had to stay on the grind. No slipping up allowed. They all had it in them.
Currently, Cara was on another one of her breaks. The frequency of them was increasing as she started to care a little less about everything. Wandering the grounds was an often occurrence, and finding quiet places to write was happening a lot more as well. She was in a much better mood when she was working on things she actually cared about. Unless she was being bothered. For some reason, that was a common occurrence these days. People didn’t know their boundaries or when to leave her alone. Just thinking about it made her sigh as she dropped her bag next to a tree and slid down to join it. Sometimes she wondered if making it look like she wasn’t doing work would keep the annoyances away. It was like they were attracted to situations where they would be bothersome on purpose. None of that mattered right now though. There was virtually no one around, and she finally had time to write.