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ninjaprincess) wrote2010-01-05 09:56 pm
ninjaprincess) wrote2010-01-05 09:56 pm
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It seems our academy has endured the holidays and begun classes once again. I had planned to return on the third, but I was persuaded to remain an extra day. My sincerest apologies for any inconvenience. Everyone enjoyed their break, I trust. Thank you all for the thoughtful gifts.
Though I treasure my time at home with my father, I cannot deny that I treasure my time here as well. Turning a year older and beginning another revolution around the Sun reminds me of all the new things I have experienced since coming to Final Destination, and everything I have to be thankful for. It's rather amusing, the name of this town. A final destination--a last place, of sorts. Somewhat fitting, considering all the people that come here and find a home. There are, of course, those who leave. There always will be. But even then, I feel like we all return, in one way or another. At the very least, a part of us stays.
But here I am rambling about the reflections of my short time away. I suppose it can't be helped. What are your hopes for the new year, Smash Academy?
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The room appears...unchanged, just as I left it, but there is...blood on Vashta's side of the room. At least it appears to be blood. I can only hope there was not another incident.
I know her business is not mine, and I certainly respect her privacy, but this room is certainly half mine. If there was a fight, or if she is being threatened...well. I don't think I would stand for that.
Though I treasure my time at home with my father, I cannot deny that I treasure my time here as well. Turning a year older and beginning another revolution around the Sun reminds me of all the new things I have experienced since coming to Final Destination, and everything I have to be thankful for. It's rather amusing, the name of this town. A final destination--a last place, of sorts. Somewhat fitting, considering all the people that come here and find a home. There are, of course, those who leave. There always will be. But even then, I feel like we all return, in one way or another. At the very least, a part of us stays.
But here I am rambling about the reflections of my short time away. I suppose it can't be helped. What are your hopes for the new year, Smash Academy?
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The room appears...unchanged, just as I left it, but there is...blood on Vashta's side of the room. At least it appears to be blood. I can only hope there was not another incident.
I know her business is not mine, and I certainly respect her privacy, but this room is certainly half mine. If there was a fight, or if she is being threatened...well. I don't think I would stand for that.