Post by tsarashi on Jul 10, 2011 15:35:28 GMT -6
Afternoons were always quiet for Nickolette Zuboff since she usually went straight home to finish up her work and study, but today she had wanted an hour or so to wander. Though she had already seen all of the school months ago she still hadn’t been able to participate in certain areas that she didn’t have classes in. The cooking room was one of those places, but since she already knew how to cook a bit she figured that she wouldn’t need that class. Another place was the foreign language wing, which seeing as she was already speaking in a second language on a daily basis the class was not necessary for her. But there was one much larger section of the campus that the Russian exchanged student whole heartedly wanted to be able to attend class in. But it would never have been allowed.
The second year smiled wistfully as she leaned against the open door to the gymnasium, her hand resting lightly on the tall frame. Seeing as it was afternoon and classes have just gotten out clubs were just beginning to assemble, she watched as small sports of people came and went, gathering equipment and stretching for practice. She often wished that she could be one of those people, to know what it felt like to run through the air over hurdles, to be able to battle an opponent with little more than a wooden sword. It must be fun.
But then, no one with the exception of few of the administrative staff knew about her medical conditions. People have asked her if she had wanted to join clubs, and every time she wholeheartedly wished that she were able to answer ‘yes, I would enjoy that’ but her own setbacks never allowed her to speak the words.
If she were to over exert herself too much her heart could give out, which could result in her death. But if it didn’t then the entire school would learn about her weaknesses and once again she would be treated like porcelain by everyone around her. She hated that. Nickolette knew that she was weak, but she wasn’t as breakable as the world seemed to think she was. She didn’t want to be treated special because of it, to be singled out of the crowd and told to sit out.
Maybe someday she would work up the courage to join one of the less strenuous athletic clubs, but until then she would settle for watching them from afar as they ran bases and swam laps. She would focus on her studies and go to balls and be the perfect young lady that she was born to be. But she would still allow her curiosity to wander into places where it didn’t belong.
The second year smiled wistfully as she leaned against the open door to the gymnasium, her hand resting lightly on the tall frame. Seeing as it was afternoon and classes have just gotten out clubs were just beginning to assemble, she watched as small sports of people came and went, gathering equipment and stretching for practice. She often wished that she could be one of those people, to know what it felt like to run through the air over hurdles, to be able to battle an opponent with little more than a wooden sword. It must be fun.
But then, no one with the exception of few of the administrative staff knew about her medical conditions. People have asked her if she had wanted to join clubs, and every time she wholeheartedly wished that she were able to answer ‘yes, I would enjoy that’ but her own setbacks never allowed her to speak the words.
If she were to over exert herself too much her heart could give out, which could result in her death. But if it didn’t then the entire school would learn about her weaknesses and once again she would be treated like porcelain by everyone around her. She hated that. Nickolette knew that she was weak, but she wasn’t as breakable as the world seemed to think she was. She didn’t want to be treated special because of it, to be singled out of the crowd and told to sit out.
Maybe someday she would work up the courage to join one of the less strenuous athletic clubs, but until then she would settle for watching them from afar as they ran bases and swam laps. She would focus on her studies and go to balls and be the perfect young lady that she was born to be. But she would still allow her curiosity to wander into places where it didn’t belong.