Reviera sat outside in the courtyard. Her earphones sat snuggly in her ears as she listened to music. Sunglasses covered her eyes as she read underneath the sun. American History. She never really cared too much for it, but there some pretty interesting moments. While she could do away with the colonization of America, she enjoyed the romantic feel of the wild west and the grittiness of the Civil War. Other than that, the rest of her textbook was a snooze fest. She wasn't interested in history. What was the point in learning something she had no ambition in pursuing?
It was her free period - a luxury that seniors got. She had been at the boarding school for as long as she could remember. Freshman year to be exact. At first, she wasn't sure how she'd like it. Being away from home wasn't as exciting as she thought it'd be. Going to an all female school didn't make things easier either. However, as she got through the transition, she made friends and even made a name for herself.
Swimming. It was the reason why she picked this place over the others. Unlike the other boarding schools she looked at, this institution supported their athletes as avidly as they did for academic perfection. It was the prestigious school for athletics and academics. Body and mind she supposed. While she had to work hard, it all paid off as a large 'C' was embroidered on her team warm-up jacket. There were three captains. She was one of them out of the twenty varsity girls.
As Reviera flipped the page, she heard the bell ring as she ignored it while the younger years moved about their business. Admittedly, she was going to miss this place when she was gone. The courtyard. The facilities. The teachers. Everything. This was her home, and she dreaded the day when all of this would be over.
Feeling a shadow cast over her, Reviera looked up. She smiled. "Hey Sam!"
The blonde smiled at her as she sat her things down and settled on the grass. "Thought I'd find you here. Last year. You excited?"
Reviera nodded as she marked her page and scooted the heavy tome away. "Totally," she said. "Trying for that conference record. Get that, and you're guaranteed an All-American!"
"You're fast. You'll get it," Sam said. "Oh, by the way. What happened with Kerry?"
Reviera frowned as she remembered the whole debacle. Due to an emergency - something about her family - Kerry had to take the year off and leave. She didn't really tell Reviera why she had to go, which miffed the swimmer slightly. They were friends. Roomies for the last two years. To have her just walk out without a word was ... rude. Now, some stranger - a transfer - was taking her spot. Reviera heard the talk on the grounds; and if they were true, her new roommate was a total weirdo. Maybe she could ask for a transfer if things didn't work out? Maybe a single if she had too.
"She just left," Reviera said with a shrug. "Hasn't been answering my texts either. She just disappeared. Literally."
"Sucks girl. Heard about your new assignment. Good luck."
"Wow, thanks. Great. Now I can't think. I guess I'll have to get things moved." Packing her things, Reviera stood up as she brushed off some of the grass from her white shorts. "See you at practice Sam!"
"See ya Revy!"
Walking towards the dormitories, Reviera's thoughts centered around her new roommate and the season. Anxious didn't even come close to describing what she was feeling.
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Sitting in her room, Reviera had moved everything to her side. While her roommates stuff was settled, she had yet to decorate things. Sitting on her bed, Reviera had opened yet another book - this one for fun. Her life wasn't all sports and fame now. When she had the time, she was quite the bookworm. Dabbling in fantasy to contemporary, she liked to think she had diverse tastes when it came to literature.
Stealing a glance at the clock, class should've gotten out for the day as she waited in silence. Even if her new roommate was some weirdo, a good impression could make this less awkward than it needed to be. Humming to herself, she sat there waiting reading about dragons. God, she loved the creatures. Childish she knew, but if people didn't like it, they could simply mind their business. She did her own thing regardless of what others thought. Always had and always will.