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Post by fern cedar misty moranth on Jul 12, 2015 8:13:38 GMT -5
  It wasn’t exactly easy for Fern to blend in with the crowd, though it was all she ever really wanted. She didn’t want to be like everyone else, that wasn’t her thing at all, but she would have liked to not stand out quite as much as she did. Natural ginger hair and standing tall at six two, Fern wasn’t really in the running for Miss Invisible. All of that was just her; it didn’t include the madness that was the rest of her family. When they were around there was absolutely no way whatsoever for Fern to go unnoticed. She had lived in New York City all of her life, in the same house where she had been raised along with her seven siblings. She still wished for just a day where she wasn’t like a parrot amongst a flock of pigeons. She loved her family, despite how many times she had shouted at Coral, tried to explain the real world to Olive, and babysat the ‘young’uns’. Her mother may not have wanted her to go to college, but at the same time she hadn’t stopped her; just lectured her countless times about the pointlessness of going in the first place.
However the college campus offered Fern a chance of blissful escape from the crazy home for a few hours a day. She often stayed that a little longer than necessary just so she could have a chance to get some work done, or enjoy a chapter of a book she knew one of the babies would spill something on if she dared to put it down at home. As much as she loved her family, they drove her to the edge sometimes, and her harshest words had always been to one of her siblings; usually Coral. The air might have still been bitter cold, but Fern wasn’t worried as she crossed the quad without a jacket. Hers was being used as a teething toy that morning by Blossom, and she hadn’t had the time or the energy to do anything about it. Instead she just made a beeline for the Student Union, ignoring the looks cast her way. She was used to them by now, and yes, she was well aware that she was unusually tall for a nineteen year old girl.
Inside she headed straight for one of the big armchairs in the back corner of the room. Fern didn’t intend to stay for long, but her last class of the day had let out and she had two hours before she needed to make a move to grab some dinner and head to Tribeca for work. After that it would be back to the madhouse and a night of trying to sleep whilst Coral babbled incessantly about something and her mother tried to get the young’uns to sleep through the night. It was nothing unusual for the Moranth family. This was her time though, her peace in the middle of the chaos. It had taken her nineteen years to find some! Pulling A Room of One’s Own from her distressed bag, Fern sunk down in the chair and tucked her knees up to her chest, fitting the book in between. Adjusting the glasses on her nose, she ran her hand through her hair, messing the fiery locks up and then let out a sigh of contentment. She just hoped now that she might be spared the ridicule of the jocks in the corner who she recognised from the week before; ‘She Hulk’ had been a pretty interesting moniker for the two hours she had endured it, or at least they had thought so – her sarcasm had seemed too complex for them, apparently.
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