The Watch serie I: The Stone of Destruction
A long time ago people possessed the Watch. Wars broke out to get it, people died. The last person who had it in his power was Glorian. He wasn't attracted to the urge to get more power, because that's the...
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It's Monday.
I wake up early - for a change - and decide to go to school. I haven't been to school in the last few weeks and I'm tired of doing nothing all day and being bored.
I don't know how I got the idea to go back to school, but it sounds good.
I throw off the blanket with a smile and walk to the bathroom. Quickly I brush my teeth and look in the mirror in front of me. A girl with long black hair and dark brown eyes with black spots stares at me. She has a broad build and a round face.
That's me.
I look at myself attentively. Am I beautiful? Would others like me?
Doubts bubble up in me the longer I stand in front of the mirror. I break eye contact with a jolt and focus my gaze on the floor. My breath is uneven and fast.
Since when do I care what people think about me? Since when would I change myself to satisfy someone else? I have to get rid of my insecurities, I want to be the same Leila again, who didn't care what others thought of her.
Because when I see my uncertainties and imperfections, would others see that too?
I knot in my belly as I walk back to my room. I open my wardrobe and look for clothes that are fun. A set that others would like.
Stop!
I start again. I start to ask myself again what others would like. But the real question is: what do I like? Because that's what's really important, but why is it so difficult? Why can't I get my old self back, the me who didn't care?
I'm sitting in my closet for a few minutes and end up with a black sweater with white graceful letters and white pants. I put it on quickly after looking at the clock and saw that I had wasted a lot of time figuring out my clothes.
And before I go down, take a quick look in the mirror, and I'll nod myself. I've put on something comfortable and I like it myself. But still - without realising it - I also made sure that I dress like others.
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"Where do I have lessons?", I mumble in myself. What subjects do I have today? I open my bag, hoping that it still has my grate in it. And to my great relief it is.
I quickly took the stone with me before I went to school. And now it's safe in a separate compartment in my bag. It makes me calm. It has a power of calmness, but at the same time also of anger and power that radiates from her.
History. Local 210.
"On to history then," I think to myself. It's been a long time since I've felt like going to school again. But in a few months we will have to go back home. Our real home. And I've resolved to make the best of it, the time I'll be here.
I stand in front of the classroom. I doubt whether I should knock or just step inside. What would the old Leila do? Would it be to step inside without knocking?
