"I am not the kind of princess that needs saving. I'm probably not a princess at all. You can be the gallant prince all you want, that's fine. But, get the saving me part out of your head. I am not a damsel in distress, I am not a trapped girl. If I...
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"Good people are like candles: they burn themselves up to give others light."
~ Unknown
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
After school had ended, I've stayed in my room to do all of my assignments, plus whatever extra credit was available. I'm not locked in the house like the first Elena was, seeing as no one knew of my stunt at Slater's, nor was anybody stuck in the tomb that I'd do stupid shit to try and get them out -- it's still just Katherine in there. However, despite everything that's taking place today, my presence and assistance isn't needed until later tonight after my impromptu meeting with Elijah.
And, with the end of the school year approaching, I've been informed by the school's guidance counselor that I have more than enough credits to graduate with this year's Senior class -- especially since I've been taking the Senior year's classes and completing their assignments online right along with my Junior year's classes and assignments!
Honestly, I could've graduated years ago if I had done this sort of thing earlier, but I figured being in school and being in the same classes as the Mystic Falls Crew would help me in getting to be and staying friends with them, as my friendships with them were crucial for the events to come -- and of which have already occurred. It also helped with that first somewhat-introduction with Stefan.
Shaking my head of the thought, I look around my bedroom. It's not too different from Elena's. The major differences being that the corner by the window and slanted ceiling doesn't hold a desk, but has a piano, a violin in its case resting on top, and three different guitars in their different cases placed around it -- acoustic, bass, and electric.
Another being that near the main entrance to the room, it's not a random chair and a lamp, but a large black bookshelf, which means that the dresser and the large mirror on top is moved over to not have it looking at the bed -- and thank goodness for that because in both lives, I've always felt incredibly creeped out with mirrors facing me while I'm asleep or in the dark. There's also another black bookshelf perfectly fit against the wall between the doors of the bathroom and the main bedroom door. Both bookshelves also having gold detailings of swirling stars and constellations on the sides while the backing has gold detailings of a bare tree with swirling branches-- I having made these bookshelves myself in Shop class my Sophmore year.
Then, instead of a random portrait of a horse above my bed, it's yellow fairy-lights made in the shape of small bare trees with the different phases of the moon in the center -- they being the color black. Finally, my pillows, duvet, and the first and thicker set of curtains are Ravenclaw-blue while the cushions in the nook against the windows, my sheets, the rugs at the end of my bed and under the piano, the walls, and the second and thinner set of curtains are a soft stormy-gray; and the trim and ceiling are white, and the throw pillows are assortments of white, black, and gold.
