Ophelia is a somewhat average student-athlete who falls into a deep hole of nothingness.
A trip introduces her to an annoying boy whom she wishes to forget about.
One day he chooses her to be his prom date and saves her from becoming a living corp...
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Ophelia was so tired. Her muscles ached and it was so hard to move but she continued anyway. With each move, her body was screaming at her to stop but she kept moving. She needed to move, but everything hurt so much.
With heavy feet, she walked on the wet ground as the Sun came into view highlighting her golden skin. The Sun didn't help with the pain or the tiredness, it just stood there, in the sky, watching over her. She had one more corner and that was it, one more corner, and then hell.
She finally saw her school come into view and breathed in the rain-scented air. She continued walking toward the entrance, reassuring herself that today was going to be a good day. It's not like she had two exams she barely studied for and that she could barely walk or keep her eyes open; she was completely fine.
Entering the school felt like going into a whole new world; large groups of hormonal teenagers talking and laughing always shocked her. Some were throwing their things around, playing catch.
She slowly went to her locker trying to ignore the chatting and flying objects. She was so tired and everything seemed so much louder. Her old crusty locker stood in the middle of a hallway. She stared at that locker for a while. It was next to the others, but hers just looked so much older and sadder. Red, medium size, and probably 100 years old, that locker was the most important thing in this school for her. She kept all her bags in that locker.
Bags? Ah yes, you see, Ophelia is a student-athlete training day and night for some sort of accomplishment. She forgot the true meaning of her sport but still kept going and carrying three bags at all times. That is also the main reason for her tiredness. She had practice twice a day and was barely holding her life together. That morning's practice was a total disaster. She didn't want to think about it. She didn't even have time to get ready and was now wearing an outfit for running and looked like she'd head to practice any minute. Her face was pale from exhaustion, but dark circles under her eyes revealed just how fragile her state was. Her naturally dark skin didn't look as dark and her hair was messily put up so it didn't get in the way.
