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It couldn’t be a nicer day for a picnic. As usual, Celia got up, went for a jog, came back to the flat, swallowed a few savoured mouthfuls of wine, sat in her own shame for a while, brushed her teeth and then got ready for the rest of the day. Caelbury’s picnics were legendary; they were always the first social event of the school year, the first of many, and when she was younger, Celia had always adored them. Today, however, she wasn’t feeling it.

The sun that beat down on her was only going to aggravate the headache she could feel growing behind her temple and it would probably only get worse throughout the day. In her kitchen, was an empty vodka bottle and two empty wine bottles. Most days now were better and she could usually get through work without feeling the urge to guzzle a bottle of wine; she could wait until she got home. However, every now and then, there were days when everything came rushing back to her and it felt like her world was crashing all over again. It didn't make sense; it wasn't as if she'd had a bad first week back at the Academy. 

Her first week back had been fairly pleasant; she’d found herself falling back into her old routines. There were a few trouble makers in her classes, but none that disturbed her too much or that she couldn't handle. She'd been pleasantly surprised at the enthusiasm of some of her old students to have her back and had realised what a good choice she had made in going back. However,it didn't half the personal pain she still felt. It just meant that she had to hide it better and exercise her ability to do so on a more regular basis.

Celia slipped out of her running clothes and into the shower, ran her hair through with shampoo and conditioner, used her favourite strawberry soap and then wrapped herself in her towel and made her way through into her bedroom. 

“Good morning, Penny.” She absently tickled the puppy behind the ear. The dog’s eyes closed and she looked up at Celia, yawning before flopping down on the bed and resting her head. Celia lay down beside the dog, stroking her soft fur and staring at her ceiling. Penny was five years old; she'd been a Christmas present from her parents and was a substitute for the children she hadn't had the chance to have with her ex. Looking back, she thought she should probably be grateful for that. “You’re coming out with me today, bubby. Once I’ve found something to wear.”

When they arrived at the picnic spot, Celia climbed out of her small, yellow soft-top mini, tapping her leg. Penny jumped out of the car, walking around Celia’s long, tanned legs and sniffing the floor, getting her bearings. A faint and gentle breeze passed by her, ruffling the skirt of the [url=http://newmediarockstars.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/nmr-daily-grace-11.jpg]pale pink[/url] dress that she was wearing. The neck of the dress was high and decorated with pink roses and she’d practically paired the dress with a pair of white converse. 

Celia pushed forwards the front seat and grabbed the plate of sandwiches she’d brought with her, as well as the Penny’s favourite Frisbee. “Come on, baby.” She called the dog to follow her over to the rest of the people standing on the pretty and perfectly preened lawn. The sun shone down on her and Celia slid her sunglasses onto her face, deflecting the unpleasant glare.