[Center][B]☆ Helena ☆[/b]
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The last few weeks felt a blur to her at this moment. Her arm was healing just fine, but it still seemed to bother her. She knew it was all in her head more or less, but she couldn't get over how easily she'd been hurt. That had never really been an issue for her before. She'd broken bones before of course  she'd had scuffed knees, and bruises from rough housing as a child. But she'd never been hurt like that before.

And to add insult to injury, she spent her first few days feeling like a trapped and lost little child because she couldn't see anything without her glasses. Thankfully it wasn't too long before she had a new pair and she could wander the grounds without fear of walking into things she couldn't see. She still felt lost on occasion, even if everything was mostly logically planned out,  but she'd never been to such a formal school as this. She'd hardly been to a school at all for that matter, and she wasn't used to the structure of it all.

The classes so far were nice, and little by little she was growing to accept that her father had been right and that she needed this. But it was still hard being away from home and all her family and friends and everything she'd ever known. She thought that she'd be so easy to adapt if she ever had to leave home, and she was right, but she ached some, thinking of everyone she'd left behind. Even if she was certain that she wasn’t the only one from Port Slaughter there. 

And she had to admit, she missed the noise and bustle of home too. It was awfully quite here by comparison. She was currently enjoying that quite though, sitting under a tree in one of the little openings that naturally occurr when you cluster buildings together, reading a school book, even though she really didn't need to just then. She'd done all the required reading, but that didn't stop her from reading ahead just now. What else was she to do? She'd make friends eventually she knew, it just took time.