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ukiiyo
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THEO SHEPARD
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As the sun began its subtle descent down the sky, the cool blue mixing with a hint of warm hues, insects began to hum and chirp, creating a melody that could only be found in the summer months. Grass brushed against denim and tickled exposed skin, leaving green streaks if pressed too hard. The sounds of snorts and stomping hooves could be heard, the various animals exploring the overgrown pastures and reuniting with old friends while being introduced to new ones. The scent of grilled meats and vegetables seemed to stain the air, attracting students and animals alike. The various groups of students joined up at the pep rally, some chatting excitedly about what was available to eat, while others were more keeping to themselves.
Theo was the latter. Her dark curls tumbled down her shoulders, a green cap barely managing to stay on her head due to the volume of her natural hair. The humidity and laid-back attitude in the summer months had the student procrastinating braiding her hair, but it was on her to-do list. Her hands were shoved deep into her pockets as she sat in one of the few plastic chairs, her right leg straightened out a bit, almost as if it was still uncomfortable to have it bent for too long. Her dark eyes were carefully observing the nearby pasture as she made sure her horse was getting along with everyone in the field, particularly the new horse that was placed into it. There wasnβt much for her to do, other than eat off the plate of food she had collected before everyone swiped the food or spilled their cheap alcohol into it.
Leaning back in a comfortable fashion, she observed the carefree smiles of seniors and the nervous expressions of freshmen. She could see those who were at odds with each other or had once held a connection but now were no more than acquaintances. It was interesting, to say the least. The beginning of the year was always so calm. Everyone was excited to see each other, and never seemed to hold any ill will, but then the competitions would begin and it was cutthroat. Friends would argue and fall out over competing against each other, or new friendships would form if they met in a shared class. It was bizarre.
Then again, she wasnβt one to talk. She had been avoiding most social gatherings and interactions since her accident in her first year, as it was awkward for her to constantly talk about it or hear people whispering behind her back. It made her bristle with anxiety and animosity as she had to relive the worst moments of her life for months at a time. But with the help of therapy, anti-depressants, and a doctorβs note saying she had to socialize, Theo ended up at the rally, with the requirement that sheβd talk to at least two people and have it end in something other than an argument. Well, sheβd do her best.
Theo was the latter. Her dark curls tumbled down her shoulders, a green cap barely managing to stay on her head due to the volume of her natural hair. The humidity and laid-back attitude in the summer months had the student procrastinating braiding her hair, but it was on her to-do list. Her hands were shoved deep into her pockets as she sat in one of the few plastic chairs, her right leg straightened out a bit, almost as if it was still uncomfortable to have it bent for too long. Her dark eyes were carefully observing the nearby pasture as she made sure her horse was getting along with everyone in the field, particularly the new horse that was placed into it. There wasnβt much for her to do, other than eat off the plate of food she had collected before everyone swiped the food or spilled their cheap alcohol into it.
Leaning back in a comfortable fashion, she observed the carefree smiles of seniors and the nervous expressions of freshmen. She could see those who were at odds with each other or had once held a connection but now were no more than acquaintances. It was interesting, to say the least. The beginning of the year was always so calm. Everyone was excited to see each other, and never seemed to hold any ill will, but then the competitions would begin and it was cutthroat. Friends would argue and fall out over competing against each other, or new friendships would form if they met in a shared class. It was bizarre.
Then again, she wasnβt one to talk. She had been avoiding most social gatherings and interactions since her accident in her first year, as it was awkward for her to constantly talk about it or hear people whispering behind her back. It made her bristle with anxiety and animosity as she had to relive the worst moments of her life for months at a time. But with the help of therapy, anti-depressants, and a doctorβs note saying she had to socialize, Theo ended up at the rally, with the requirement that sheβd talk to at least two people and have it end in something other than an argument. Well, sheβd do her best.
demonology
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