Post by georgiathomas on Mar 30, 2009 22:30:04 GMT -5
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feeling empty, feeling broken, a regret you can't deny
PREYING ON YOUR HEART
WHILE THEY TEAR YOU APART TAKE THE DREAMS YOU HAD AND THROW THEM AWAY
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Georgie tapped the end of her pencil rhythmically on the bare table next to her text book. Her eyes scanned the tiny printed text on the page, marking sections as she went. On the notebook beside it were notes in her own messy handwriting. To a complete stranger, Georgia Thomas looked like a very studious sixteen year old girl. Her friends, however, knew her better. They also knew of a certain history exam coming up as Georgie had complained to each and everyone of them all morning long. When lunch had rolled around, they'd all disappeared, knowing she would start in again when they all gathered together. But Georgie had other plans. In fact, she hadn't even looked for her friends (much) because she was going to spend the lunch hour studying. Then, after classes, she was going to study some more. After all, she really needed to get her history grade up. In the end, she was only at the academy on their forbearance -- it wouldn't do to flunk out of her GE classes when she was their on scholarship. She needed to show the administration that she was a dedicated student. And she was, to be honest. If a little bit of a procrastinator with test anxiety.
Sighing, she took a break from her cram session to pull her long, curly blond hair up into a ponytail at the crown of her head. A few springy tendrils fell around her face and ears. Wrinkling her nose, the dance major picked the uneaten apple off of her tray and bit into it. Georgie already felt exhausted from trying to shove as much of the information from her history text book as she could inside of her head and she'd only been at it for fifteen minutes. Obviously, scholastic pursuits were not her forte. Frowning, she stared at her book in distaste as she slowly ate the apple. This was quite impossible, she thought dejectedly. She was never going to pass the exam. It was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon and Georgie had barely even begun to study the material that would be on it. As much as she wished it were different, she just wasn't that into the regular school stuff. She was a dancer, she was here to dance and learn about dance and live dance. How could they expect her to be any good at the other stuff? It seemed rather counterproductive to make the students of Murphy's to take the general education courses that were in normal schools. In Georgie's opinion, it made much more sense to just let them all concentrate on their major. But such was the life of an arts school student, apparently.
It wasn't that she was stupid or incompetent, she just really disliked home work. She'd much rather be in the studio practicing her steps in front of the large mirror or performing her piece on stage. That was the true love of her life and she happened to be really, really good at it. And she liked Murphy's. To stay at the academy, she would put up with all the rest. Which meant she really needed to crack down on studying. Every year, she always made it her new year's resolution to be better at school. This year she actually wanted to put her words into action. History, it seemed, would be her downfall. In all her other classes, she did just fine -- even math, and she was practically a dunce at anything harder in that than addition and subtraction. Maybe it was because she was in a different country learning all new things instead of the same story she'd heard since she was in kindergarten with some extra little details thrown in. Seriously, she knew American history by rote. But Ireland's history was so long and complicated. It was like being handed the entire collection of The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire and being told to memorize the damn thing.
Pulling a face, she dropped the cored of her apple on the tray on the opposite side of the text book, and reluctantly went back to studying.