The Weight of Being on Point

Breakfast with Four

THIS IS MY FIGHT SONG, TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG, MY POWERS TURNED ON (STARTING RIGHT NOW) I'LL BE STRONG, I'LL PLAY MY FIGHT SONG, AND I DONT REALLY CARE IF NOBODY ELSE BELIVES, 'CAUSE I STILL GOT A LOT OF FIGHT LEFT IN ME.

The chorus of Rachel Platten's power ballet "Fight song" blares out of my phone, signaling that its time to wake up.

I stretch my arms and back before slouching forward. My face in my hands I shake my head. Taking a deep breath I take my phone and turn off my alarm and replace it with my morning play list called "love myself".

Getting up, my feet hit a warm cream, black, gray, and red floor mat. Looking around I realize the floor is a deep rich hardwood brown. The room is quiet big in all honesty. I must have underestimated the size last night.
Uhg last night........
I am so glad that's over.

Trudging over to my bags I pass by a floor length mirror. "Oh bloody hell" I gasp. I look horrible my hair is a ratted mess and looks to be a bit greasy. My skin is pale. There are huge dark rings under my eyes. And my eyes, oh god their blood shot. Blinking I feel a slight ping of pain. "No no no no no" I say as I run to the bathroom.

"Well shit." I breath out. I left my contacts in! cursing under my breath, as I take them out warm salty tears run down my pale cheeks.
Sighing I blink a few times. I pad out of the bathroom to the hickory end table that holds my glasses .

"Ah much, much better".

After a nice warm long shower I make the long trek to the dinning hall.

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"How hard is it to find the damn dinning hall!?" One would think that this would be an easy task. But no this whole Damn Academy is like a fudging maze!!! "Good grief!"

My stomach has been growling for the past half hour. Now the normal thing to do would be, to ask for directions. But I really don't want to stand out. So asking someone for directions is like posting a big neon pink sign. On my head saying. ( I'm the new girl and I don't have my shit together. Where the FUCK am i?) So yeah not really in the mood to ask for directions. Not that I could anyway. I haven't seen a single person.

The academy is like a small college in a sense . However like I said it's a maze. I don't understand why though. What is the point in this? It's not like we are going under attack and it needs to be a fucking maze. If there aim was to be "different" " unique" then they sure as hell nailed it.
.................10 minutes later................

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!!!! I have past this same fucking bush 4 times and th....."

"Are you okay there?" A syrupy calm female voice says.

I quickly turn around to see a very concerned girl. She's just a bit taller then me. Her hair a magnificent strawberry blond heavy on the strawberry. Lightly tan skin, very thin yet in a healthy way and her eyes a glistening hazel. To say the least she is stunning.

She smiles warmly, noticing that she must have startled me a bit. So she ask me again.

"Are you okay there?"

"Umm..." I say clearing my throat. "I am alright. I just am having one hell of a time trying to find the dinning hall." I admit.

"I'm heading that way right now how about you follow me."

"Okay, sounds good"

"So I take it you must be a new member to the academy?"

"Yeah. I arrived late last night. From the United States."

She chuckles "Yes I figured as much your accent is very thick."

I chuckle as I reply. "Ah I'm the one with the accent now. I nearly forgot."

We reach the dinning hall. She stops and extends her hand to me.

"I'm Dayla Clark. Welcome to the academy"

Her hand is warm as I shake it.

"Asling Shaye. Thank you for your hospitality."

"Would you like to come have breakfast with me and my friends?"

My hands start to sweat. What if they are as nice as her? What if they aren't as nice as her? What is they hate me? What if situations play over and over again.
I take a deep breath and decide to suck it up. So with a nod of my head we enter the dinning hall.

"Good Morning guys" Dayla days cheerfully to her 3 friends.
The first to greet her was a slim tan Asian girl. Her complexion was flawless. Her hair dark raven. Brown sparkling eyes. A sweet smiles.

The second to reply was a tall slimming guy. His hair freshly cut. He wore a smirk that calls "trouble" his muscle tone is very noticeable.

As for the third was a tall blonde. Her skin a silky white. She glowed. I could tell that she was the sunshine of the group the positive one. Her light blue eyes indicated she was kind hearted.

Their personalities so vast from one another. However their personalities complement each other.

" Glimmer, Gisselle, and Lewis this is Asling she's new. She's also from the United States. "

"It's nice to meet you Asling" Glimmer says.

Gissel gives me a tight hug she towers over me. I can't help but chuckle. "It's nice to meet you. I hope that you had a safe trip and easy journey here"

Lewis smirks. As he gives me a full once over. He opens his mouth to say something thing but Glimmer stops him.

"Don't even think about it"she says sternly.

"What but I was just going to say hi" Lewis says with a hurt tone.

"That's bull and you know it"

"Don't mind him he's a big flirt" Dayla whispers.

Boy oh boy today is going to be one interesting day.