Chapter 5

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Blair Corbyn felt isolated even surrounded by her friends. Her life since she became a boarder was that; a whirl of brown china, smeared ink, protracted lectures and sleepless nights. She might have enjoyed it as much as her young passionate and nescient self had thought she would had it not been for that fatal flaw that never seemed to release it's grip.
A sense of worthlesness compared to her peers, a loneliness taking the shape of Blair's steady Achilles heel. Even with all eyes on her, fed on attention and full, giving a presentation or holding a speech, it was more ghoulish attentiveness to her words and only that, she felt from her Audience. She was flesh and bone but a phantom. She could chase luminescent gleams, that she forged by working hard and she would still feel incomplete.
She was always on the list, but never number one.
Her friends loved and cared for her so how come she felt so lonely? How come she felt as if they sometimes failed to see her?

'Blair?'

She looked up.

'Blair practice is over,' said her violin teacher. 

Blair shook her head, regaining her thoughts. 'I beg your pardon?'

Mrs. White sighed. 'Practice is over, Blair.  It has been over for five minutes now. Scram.'

Damn it Blair thought. She looked around to see the room empty besides for her and Mrs. White. She got up to get her violin case and put the instrument in gently, then she hurried out of the room and down the hallway, up three flights of stairs to her dorm. 

'Where is Maeve?' she asked when she walked into her dorm wich she shared with two other girls, Maeve Bennington and Yelena Hamilton. 

Yelena was putting on makeup, scrunching at her reflection in the mirror.

'In the dining hall. I think she went to play cards with Elanor. Why?' 

Blair shrugged. 

'Just curious.'


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