𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒
Icarus, in Greek mythology, son of the inventor Daedalus who perished by flying too near the Sun with waxen wings.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- Meeting the love of your life while at Backupsmore University wasn't
on your agenda, but it was better...
"Slow down you crazy child You're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart tell me Why are you still so afraid?"
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𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒, 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐀
Underwhelming.
That was (Name)'s first impression of her dorm she'd be staying in for the next couple of months. A bleak 6 by 6 cube, barely enough room for (Name) and her roommate who she had been assigned at random. Three of the walls were plastered in a gaudy beige wallpaper that would definitely have been described as "groovy" had it been the eighties. The only wall not covered in this outdated print was of red brick, adorned by the only window in the room.
When (Name) had envisioned what her dorm life would look like all those years before, none of them amounted to what was in front of her now. But then again, none of it did.
She knew that with the amount of time she'd be spending in this space it should have a label as a second home, but she couldn't bring herself to call it that. After all, home had been such a foreign word to her.
Even in her own residence, (Name) had never felt 'at home'. Throughout her life, the walls that contained her childhood had felt more like a museum, never a moment of comfortability in fear that the smallest touch would cause damage.
To be frank, (Name) came from a family that would laugh and shake their head had they been told of their immense wealth, claiming only to be "well off" and "comfortable". But despite this, she found that no matter what the house was filled with, whether it be overpriced toys, paintings or ornaments, it had never felt like a home.
And even with how little the dorm had reached her expectations, she knew it'd be more welcoming of a space than her house ever was.
Putting this aside in her mind, (Name) began to unpack her things. Taking each piece of clothing and folding it neatly in the rigid wooden drawer included in her dorm. She had been careful not to overpack, nearly leaving three fourths of her closet at home. Who would she have to impress? With her goal of graduating as soon as possible, she doubted she'd have much time for dressing up.
Graduating from this university was front and center in her mind. Despite the very appealing claims of "Mostly bug Free Dorms!" she didn't want to stay at BMU any longer than she had to.
(Name) thought back as to where she should be right now, West Coast Tech. From the moment she had learned of such an institute, one known as a haven for science and exploration, her mind was set on attending. Posters, pictures and brochures of the university lined her bedroom walls, as a reminder that greatness outside the (Last name) manor was waiting for her.
Every area of her life whether it was her smarts, awards or accomplishments pointed her in the direction of West Coast Tech. All expect for one, her parents.
This however didn't surprise her at all. She couldn't recall a single pleasant memory that would allow her to think that her parents were above taking away the chance at such an opportunity.
During a particularly intense fight between her and her mother, one that contained harsher words and a louder tone than usual, (Name) revealed that she had no intention of ever seeing or speaking to her mother and father once she had left for college.
This enraged her mother for reasons she's still not sure of. All her life, her parents had treated her with nothing but neglect and a coldness that resisted any bit of warmth she displayed. They saw her as nothing more than a burden, one that came from a mistake of a marriage and an illusion of love. And for this reason, she spent most of her childhood avoiding interaction with her parents, spending hours a day in the homes library reading books on every topic she could find.
Why did they care whether they were to see her again? According to the words she heard growing up, it seemed they couldn't wait for the day.
In response to (name)'s outburst, they refused to pay for any part of her education. She would have been fine with this, despite it seeming like the least they could do after the years of malnourishing her from a home of love and stability. She had her own savings from working jobs during the summer to resist having to rely on her parents, but it wasn't enough for a place like WCT. After not qualifying for any scholarships due to her parents income, she was left with no other option but to swallow her dreams of attending WCT and instead rely on nothing but herself to achieve her lifelong goals at Backupsmore.
Putting these thoughts aside, (Name) continued to unpack all of the cardboard boxes. Most were filled to the brim with her favorite books, a comfort that had grown on her over the years. She kept her dorm decorations minimal, simply organizing her supplies on the rigid wooden desk provided by the university and adding a few decorations of her liking.
With a final look around the room, (Name) exhaled a breath she had held in without notice. Although BMU wasn't first, or even last on her list, she was certain that no matter what university she attended, she'd make something of herself that'd outshine the sun itself.
━━━━━━▲𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮! 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒▲━━━━━━
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