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Saturday Nights
Cadet Amara Smith hated Saturdays. Her entire life she had watched people go off with their friends and enjoy themselves. The "live it up" on Saturday nights had never been her thing. Growing-up she'd never really spent enough time in one place to make any good childhood friends, and so while everyone else at school went out and had their fun, Amara had spent her teenage weekends on her own, either shut up in her room or hiding out in the library. She liked libraries. Socializing was usually discouraged there so it wasn't as obvious she was on her own.
Now that was a little older things hadn't changed much. She still hated Saturdays, and she found that she especially hated Saturdays at Starfleet Academy. While the cadets studied hard, many of them also appeared to "play hard", or so it seemed to her. She however, felt the need to spend every waking moment studying, and so when the invitation came to "come grab a drink" she usually turned them down because she had work to do. She turned them down so frequently that they eventually stopped asking, going off and having their fun while Amara studied away in her dorm room or her favorite spot in the library.
She didn't usually mind a quiet Saturday alone, but occassionally, her lonely life got to her. The quiet became too much. The boredom and isolation, it all became too much and she found herself wishing she had friends she could just call up and go out with for a little fun. It wasn't that she wasn't friendly enough. It was more that she wasn't comfortable inviting herself to things, or imposing her company on anyone. She was that awkward kid who was used to being an outsider, so she never felt really comfortable in social situations.
And so, this Saturday was no different. Amara sat alone in her dorm room, bored, and wishing she were someone else. She knew come Monday she'd be back to her routine and life would be the stressful rush of classes and training it always was, but tonight, she was lonely. And she hated every second of it.
Now that was a little older things hadn't changed much. She still hated Saturdays, and she found that she especially hated Saturdays at Starfleet Academy. While the cadets studied hard, many of them also appeared to "play hard", or so it seemed to her. She however, felt the need to spend every waking moment studying, and so when the invitation came to "come grab a drink" she usually turned them down because she had work to do. She turned them down so frequently that they eventually stopped asking, going off and having their fun while Amara studied away in her dorm room or her favorite spot in the library.
She didn't usually mind a quiet Saturday alone, but occassionally, her lonely life got to her. The quiet became too much. The boredom and isolation, it all became too much and she found herself wishing she had friends she could just call up and go out with for a little fun. It wasn't that she wasn't friendly enough. It was more that she wasn't comfortable inviting herself to things, or imposing her company on anyone. She was that awkward kid who was used to being an outsider, so she never felt really comfortable in social situations.
And so, this Saturday was no different. Amara sat alone in her dorm room, bored, and wishing she were someone else. She knew come Monday she'd be back to her routine and life would be the stressful rush of classes and training it always was, but tonight, she was lonely. And she hated every second of it.
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For dr_boyce
It had started as a simple headache. Well, it was more like a blinding headache where the slightest light had made her cringe but she had decided to ignore that. She didn't have time to be sick. She had gone on with life, focused on reaching her goals and making her deadlines, and somehow completely missed the fever, and the dizzy, oddly disconnected feeling when she stood.
The last thing she remembered was the concerned look on someone's face. They were asking her something but she didn't understand what they were saying, which was odd as she felt that she should. Nor did she recognize any of the people around here, even though she knew she knew them. She had tried to get out of there, feeling an overwhelming urge to flee, and that was when she blacked out, falling into a feverish sleep.
The last thing she remembered was the concerned look on someone's face. They were asking her something but she didn't understand what they were saying, which was odd as she felt that she should. Nor did she recognize any of the people around here, even though she knew she knew them. She had tried to get out of there, feeling an overwhelming urge to flee, and that was when she blacked out, falling into a feverish sleep.
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Day One: Letter to my Best Friend
Dear Janice,
I know this is strange hearing from me. We haven't spoken since we were twelve, and you haven't heard from me since I left Louisiana. I didn't respond to any of your messages, so I know our losing touch was my fault. It wasn't a good time for me, but that's no excuse. Today going through my old bag I came across that "best friends" necklace you gave me for my eleventh birthday. It's weird that I still have that, I know. We were only friends for three years, and those necklaces are really a dime a dozen. Three years is just a short time to us now, but back then that felt like forever. I'd never had a real friend my own age before, never mind someone who called herself my "best friend", and I want you to know that meant a lot to me. I also wanted to apologize for not ever responding to your messages. You wrote me every day for a month and I never once answered. It was awful of me, and I really should have. I just wanted to forget everything that had any connection to that place, and unfortunately at the time, that included you. It was a mistake to just throw away your friendship like that, and I hope you can forgive me for being a stupid kid. It would be great to hear from you again. I wish you nothing but the best. I know you had big dreams as a kid, and I hope things turned out just like you wanted, if not better.
Sincerely,
Mara
I know this is strange hearing from me. We haven't spoken since we were twelve, and you haven't heard from me since I left Louisiana. I didn't respond to any of your messages, so I know our losing touch was my fault. It wasn't a good time for me, but that's no excuse. Today going through my old bag I came across that "best friends" necklace you gave me for my eleventh birthday. It's weird that I still have that, I know. We were only friends for three years, and those necklaces are really a dime a dozen. Three years is just a short time to us now, but back then that felt like forever. I'd never had a real friend my own age before, never mind someone who called herself my "best friend", and I want you to know that meant a lot to me. I also wanted to apologize for not ever responding to your messages. You wrote me every day for a month and I never once answered. It was awful of me, and I really should have. I just wanted to forget everything that had any connection to that place, and unfortunately at the time, that included you. It was a mistake to just throw away your friendship like that, and I hope you can forgive me for being a stupid kid. It would be great to hear from you again. I wish you nothing but the best. I know you had big dreams as a kid, and I hope things turned out just like you wanted, if not better.
Sincerely,
Mara
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Letter Challenge
So I didn't do this when it was going around... and I need a distraction from my real life right now.... so... I'm bringing back the letter writing challenge!
( Letter Challenge Deally Here! )
( Letter Challenge Deally Here! )