papillon24
Living in your heart
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OC: This is a story for Papillon and Ravenloft. Please read along and enjoy
IC:
It was fall and the school year had just started once again in the small town of Savannah Georgia. The fall was muggy and warm as students milled around the quad during the lunch hour.
Helena Clemens walked back to her dorm. She had had early morning classes and was finished for the day. This was her Junior year here and she loved her life. She spent many days lounging in the quad with her friends and late night studying Early American History much to the chagrin to her family.
Helena was not your average junior, despite her attempts to blend in. She was British first, with a thick proper English accent that stood out in the deep south. Most days she could hide her beauty by tying her thick blond hair back in a simple pony tail that fell to her shoulders and cover her delicate frame in loose flowing country skirts and flowing hippy style tank tops and blouses. But the accent stood out. At first she tried to hide it and adopt the southern twang of many of her classmates with no avail. She just went with it and became "the British girl".
The other thing that made he different was the fact she was royalty. Her Father and mother were King and Queen back in England. Her older brother Philip was next in line for the crown. He currently was overseas with the British Royal Air Force leading a special mission somewhere in the Middle East. He was not one to sit back and watch others from afar. Instead, he dove straight in and got his hands dirty. It was one reason he was going to be a wonderful king.
Helena did not announce her royal connections. She hated being recognized for her family. She wanted t make her way on her own. She left across the pond to separate herself from the watchful eye of her country. No one would really miss her much. She rarely was in the eye of the public. It was her Brother who was the hero of the country. He was in the spotlight and handled the attention with grace and commanded the press. Helena made sure she kept her identity a secret, She used the surname Cannon as to distance herself even more from her family's name. Most of her friends called her Lena. She did not mind and actually preferred it to the formality of Helena. And it was another way to distance herself from her Royal connection
The day was hot as an Indian summer trotted on. Students filled the Quad, some complained about the awful professors that had the luck to be in their classes. Others were busy figuring out which party they were going to attend after their last class of the first week. Lena had found a shady spot under a tree where she perused the pile of books she had acquired over the first week. She loved the sight of her new text books. Some were new, but some were very well used. She had always like the used ones. The highlighting of previous students, notes in the margins. It was fun to see what others had found important.
IC:
It was fall and the school year had just started once again in the small town of Savannah Georgia. The fall was muggy and warm as students milled around the quad during the lunch hour.
Helena Clemens walked back to her dorm. She had had early morning classes and was finished for the day. This was her Junior year here and she loved her life. She spent many days lounging in the quad with her friends and late night studying Early American History much to the chagrin to her family.
Helena was not your average junior, despite her attempts to blend in. She was British first, with a thick proper English accent that stood out in the deep south. Most days she could hide her beauty by tying her thick blond hair back in a simple pony tail that fell to her shoulders and cover her delicate frame in loose flowing country skirts and flowing hippy style tank tops and blouses. But the accent stood out. At first she tried to hide it and adopt the southern twang of many of her classmates with no avail. She just went with it and became "the British girl".
The other thing that made he different was the fact she was royalty. Her Father and mother were King and Queen back in England. Her older brother Philip was next in line for the crown. He currently was overseas with the British Royal Air Force leading a special mission somewhere in the Middle East. He was not one to sit back and watch others from afar. Instead, he dove straight in and got his hands dirty. It was one reason he was going to be a wonderful king.
Helena did not announce her royal connections. She hated being recognized for her family. She wanted t make her way on her own. She left across the pond to separate herself from the watchful eye of her country. No one would really miss her much. She rarely was in the eye of the public. It was her Brother who was the hero of the country. He was in the spotlight and handled the attention with grace and commanded the press. Helena made sure she kept her identity a secret, She used the surname Cannon as to distance herself even more from her family's name. Most of her friends called her Lena. She did not mind and actually preferred it to the formality of Helena. And it was another way to distance herself from her Royal connection
The day was hot as an Indian summer trotted on. Students filled the Quad, some complained about the awful professors that had the luck to be in their classes. Others were busy figuring out which party they were going to attend after their last class of the first week. Lena had found a shady spot under a tree where she perused the pile of books she had acquired over the first week. She loved the sight of her new text books. Some were new, but some were very well used. She had always like the used ones. The highlighting of previous students, notes in the margins. It was fun to see what others had found important.