Post by Selene Greengrass on Sept 21, 2011 5:49:20 GMT -6
a broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life
Authority? Who decided to give you the power anyways? Rules? Since when do you have any right to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do. Hypocrisy? When did all possible idea of moral standard get thrown out the astronomy tower? The girls thoughts were racing feverishly inside her head as she stormed through the corridors. It’s not even worth it. I’m not some ignorant child.
Selene had a problem. Well actually, she had a few. But throughout her whole life one problem had always been present, a problem with every person who tried to teach her a thing or two. Now that wasn’t to say that Selene didn’t want to learn, or that she wasn’t willing. It was just that she often preferred to learn things her way. That meant learning the things she wished to, in a form that she wanted to, both when and how she pleased. Any other way just was not fit for the prestigious Selene Lamia Greengrass.
Therefore, she and people in positions of power, who might of had her best intentions at heart, were typically regarded as the enemy. One of Selene’s biggest pet peeves was being told what to do. She was her own person for heavens sake! She had her own desires and she did not believe that anyone was entitled to tell her what to do. No one knew what was best for her, but her. Selene believed this to the fullest extent and had no intentions of changing this view for anyone.
Obviously this had gotten the Slytherin girl in a fair bit of trouble in her time. Especially since she had a talent for getting into arguments with anyone and everyone, particularly those with views she didn’t agree with. Selene was not one to bite her tongue. If there was something that she wanted to spit out, she spat it with emphasis. If she didn’t agree with what was being told to her, then why should she have to put up with it!? But then there was the part of her that did just want to cause a little ruckus. Though, what was wrong with a little verbal dueling every now and again?
Clearly some people thought it was inappropriate or else Selene wouldn’t find her self in these furious moods after a day of classes. It was purely absurd. Everything that her teachers said in countered back at her just made her feel foolish. Not because it was mildly intelligent but because it was just the opposite. The only reasoning for their retorts could be broken down to a few simple words. They were the teacher and therefore they were right. Always right. No buts about it. The end. Utter Rubbish. Oh how she couldn’t wait to get out of these harrowing halls and experience all that there was.
Freedom! Independence! To fly around the world like a bird! Those were the things the girl wanted. She didn’t want to sit all day in a classroom, being taught by wise old nitwits who thought they knew the world inside out, backwards and forwards. The world was a changing place. Full of things that you couldn’t just be taught. These were the things that you had to see before they were gone and that Selene wanted to document. Books and lectures could only get you so far. Selene dreamed of being far out of those boundaries.
Stopping, Selene took the time to stare out the window at the world outside of her reach. It was right there. A world of colour and adventure. She was stuck in the bleak, boring world of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It wasn’t the place for her. She had her own world which she could create, if only she could escape this nonsense. That was all it was anyways. Most of the things she learnt today would be forgotten within the year. So very helpful. Taking out one of her black notebooks she opened it and ripped out all the pages she could get her hands on. Dropping the bare skeleton of the book to the ground, she leaned over the windows edge. “Here's to a delightful education” And with that she began to rip the papers up into hundreds of little pieces. A confetti spiral made its way towards the ground as if it were in slow motion. Like some deep sort of symbolism the pieces was representational of her life. Falling down into the ground. Going everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
Maybe next time she should try some other ways of dealing with her problems...
somewhere a queen is weeping[/i]
somewhere a king has no wife
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