Post by Layla on Jul 7, 2006 2:13:54 GMT -5
OOC: Occurs after Morning Meal thread
After the craziness of the morning, what with Stella being spelled and Icy showing up out of nowhere, Layla was in dire need of a little bit of alone time. Even though she knew she ought to go to her first class, she rationalized to herself that it would be pointless since her mind would most certainly be a thousand miles away from whatever lesson was being taught.
Slipping into the quiet sanctity of her bedroom, Layla shut the door behind her with a soft click. For a moment she stood in the center of her room, unsure of what to do. Sleep? Listen mindlessly to music? Her gaze landing on her nightstand, Layla crouched down in front of it as she pulled its drawer open. Shuffling through her personal belongings, Layla's hand finally grasped the object she had been looking for: her journal.
Moving to sit on her bed, Layla opened it to a blank page as she held her pen poised above it. Hesitating for a moment, Layla finally shook her head and then began writing:
When I first met the girls at the beginning of this school year, I remember thinking to myself that it was so strange that they were all friends. I mean, each one was so different from the others; until I met them, it could only have happened in my wildest dreams that a person like Tecna could have a close friendship with a girl like Stella. The same goes for the others - I never would have pinned Stella and Flora together or Flora and Tecna and so, it was an eye-opening experience for me. It showed me something amazing, really - it showed me that you don't have to be carbon copies of your friends in order to enjoy their company. It showed me that the differences between friends is what makes the relationship unique and interesting.
But that seems to be changing now. I don't know why it's happening and because I don't, I don't know how to reverse it - or in the very least, stop it from going any further. I'm talking about how all the relationships, the dynamic, between my friends seems to be changing. We're not tightly-knit anymore and . . . it stinks. There's no other way to put it. I mean, I rarely see Tecna anymore; Stella and I fight for no good reason; Musa and I only talk about superficial things these days; I feel like it's growing harder to talk to Flora because of her memory loss - and as for Bloom, she's not the person I knew. She's a mermaid for goodness sake . . .
You know, the more I think about it, I think Bloom is at the root of all of this. Not necessarily in a bad way, it's just that, she's always had a little bit of each of us in her - she's always shared common interests with each of us. And in that way, I think she was the glue to everyone's friendship with each other. And now that she's pretty much gone, we don't stand a chance. We're too different now. And so, we've started to turn on each other. Tec was the first to go and then Bloom, and now I think Stella is on her way out. And after her, who will be next? Me? Musa? Flo? Who knows?
I hate to say it, but the more we splinter apart, the more I feel myself reverting back to my old opinions. Friendships are painful. Friendships never last. Friendships aren't worth the trouble. And I hate having these thoughts, but . . . they're - I'm - proving me right. I feel like we've all just given up. Like there's nothing left that's worth trying to save.
And maybe that's just the reality of it. Maybe I just need to accept it now and move on.
After the craziness of the morning, what with Stella being spelled and Icy showing up out of nowhere, Layla was in dire need of a little bit of alone time. Even though she knew she ought to go to her first class, she rationalized to herself that it would be pointless since her mind would most certainly be a thousand miles away from whatever lesson was being taught.
Slipping into the quiet sanctity of her bedroom, Layla shut the door behind her with a soft click. For a moment she stood in the center of her room, unsure of what to do. Sleep? Listen mindlessly to music? Her gaze landing on her nightstand, Layla crouched down in front of it as she pulled its drawer open. Shuffling through her personal belongings, Layla's hand finally grasped the object she had been looking for: her journal.
Moving to sit on her bed, Layla opened it to a blank page as she held her pen poised above it. Hesitating for a moment, Layla finally shook her head and then began writing:
When I first met the girls at the beginning of this school year, I remember thinking to myself that it was so strange that they were all friends. I mean, each one was so different from the others; until I met them, it could only have happened in my wildest dreams that a person like Tecna could have a close friendship with a girl like Stella. The same goes for the others - I never would have pinned Stella and Flora together or Flora and Tecna and so, it was an eye-opening experience for me. It showed me something amazing, really - it showed me that you don't have to be carbon copies of your friends in order to enjoy their company. It showed me that the differences between friends is what makes the relationship unique and interesting.
But that seems to be changing now. I don't know why it's happening and because I don't, I don't know how to reverse it - or in the very least, stop it from going any further. I'm talking about how all the relationships, the dynamic, between my friends seems to be changing. We're not tightly-knit anymore and . . . it stinks. There's no other way to put it. I mean, I rarely see Tecna anymore; Stella and I fight for no good reason; Musa and I only talk about superficial things these days; I feel like it's growing harder to talk to Flora because of her memory loss - and as for Bloom, she's not the person I knew. She's a mermaid for goodness sake . . .
You know, the more I think about it, I think Bloom is at the root of all of this. Not necessarily in a bad way, it's just that, she's always had a little bit of each of us in her - she's always shared common interests with each of us. And in that way, I think she was the glue to everyone's friendship with each other. And now that she's pretty much gone, we don't stand a chance. We're too different now. And so, we've started to turn on each other. Tec was the first to go and then Bloom, and now I think Stella is on her way out. And after her, who will be next? Me? Musa? Flo? Who knows?
I hate to say it, but the more we splinter apart, the more I feel myself reverting back to my old opinions. Friendships are painful. Friendships never last. Friendships aren't worth the trouble. And I hate having these thoughts, but . . . they're - I'm - proving me right. I feel like we've all just given up. Like there's nothing left that's worth trying to save.
And maybe that's just the reality of it. Maybe I just need to accept it now and move on.