it’s true - zola is the type of person who stresses out over, quite honestly, nothing. literally nothing will happen and zo could still find something to be stressed about. with her threshold for stress basically being at the floor, the past month or so had, expectedly and understandably, worn her out in every possible aspect. on top of the weird blackmailing, murder case all of her and all of her friends had been looped into, life still went on and zo constantly had to remind herself that she was at st. e’s for a reason, at the end of the day. first and foremost, zo was here to graduate, to set herself up for the future her parents always wanted for her. she was here on scholarships and her aunt’s goodwill; unfortunately, the reality is that none of those things were going to wait on a murder mystery only 30 people in the world were involved in.
so zola persevered like she always has, finding some way to manage both her degrees, her internship, her classwork, her million club activities, her relationships, and her sanity as best she could. at the beginning, yeah, she was having a mental breakdown twice a day. and it’s true her closet has doubled in size as a result of the subsequent stress shopping, but. . .as sad as it is, the situation’s just become a new normal at this point. with that comes her ability to live again, to an extent at least, because everything still lingered in the back of her mind regardless.
using her newfound peace of mind and less hectic schedule, zola was finally able to be somewhere that wasn’t her room or the library. she decided to just lay on the floor, and hang out with the dogs, content. that’s one of the relationships of hers that’d taken a hit recently, for sure. when zar walked in she sat up and criss-crossed her legs, giving him a smile at his greeting. “hey, friend,” she replied. “the conference was great, actually. all of our delegations were rated outstanding. a position paper i wrote won outstanding number one - the medal’s back in my room - and i won best delegate,” she said with pride evident on her face before adding, “for the third year in a row. that trophy’s in my room, too.” zola stopped there, thinking she’d done enough rambling about model un for the moment, then tacked on one last statement. “sorry about goin’ all m.i.a these past couple weeks. i didn’t mean to blank like that.”
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