Kara’s soft side had begun to get her into trouble. She was all rounded edges and emotions, nothing that screamed I can stick up for myself. Kara was afraid. Afraid of getting hurt, afraid of letting people down. Most of all, afraid of not being able to live up to the Gravemaker name. She was a small girl that held lots of tears. Getting hurt was something she was used to, but also something she was working on. It was hard to not be sensitive with a childhood like hers. For the most part, she had gotten better at keeping herself together, her breakdowns were far and few between since she had arrived at school. It was easy to keep her feelings bottled up when she was working on impressing her new friends.
Beaux, Silva, Andrew, she didn’t want to let any of them down. These new people were all so different from those she knew back home but she wasn’t going to ruin her friendship with them so soon. Sure, she was the queen of letting people down, but she was working on it. With hopefully the help of one Laurel Silva. Silva was a superhero in Kara’s eyes. She looked up to her, wanted to be her.
“Silva!” Kara called, striding over to her, catching her in one of the common spaces in the morgue. Most of her free time was spent in the morgue. She didn’t live there, but she liked to read in the nooks and crannies. It was the perfect amount of silence. Sometimes her dorm was too loud, with parties on all sides and almost always someone having sex. “Hey, can I, uh, talk to you about something?”
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