Help me to carry the fire
We will keep it alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever
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As the sun sparkled through the blinds in Flora Grey's bedroom, she sighed in protest at the light. It was only the second day in her new high school, but already she was tired, already she just wanted the weekend to come closer, quicker. In the two days that she'd been to the school, she'd been assigned god knows how much coursework, tripped over her own feet countless times and to top it all off, found that she did infact have a link with an arrogant tosser she didn't really know. Well, she knew that he was an arrogant tosser, but other than that not much else and neither did she particularly want to know anything more, not if what she'd seen was anything to go by.
With a sigh, the brunette pulled herself away from the warmth of her sheets and lazily stumbled into the bathroom, tripping on a pile of clothes by the doorway. Despite her grades at school and despite people's expectations, she really wasn't the most coordinated of people; not that she'd let anyone know that of course. Trying to shove these thoughts to the back of her mind, Flo moved towards her sink, where she washed, brushed her teeth and ran a brush through her chocolate brown waves. Once finished, she moved away and breezed down the stairs, feeling the silence of the house as she went. Because her mother often worked away from home, Flo was often on her own in their spacious cottage. The only signs of life she saw, were the kids at school and their house keeper, Dorothy, who turned up every afternoon to clean and check up on the teenager. It wasn't that she minded the free time she was given, but sometimes it did get lonely.
Once she'd munched off a bowl of cereal, she placed the bowl in the sink and made her way back upstairs once more, skipping around to the radio she'd switched on earlier. If there was one thing that Flora loved other than writing, it was music. Give her any kind of rock song, or classical come to that then she'd be there with bells on. As she moved, Flo pulled on what she liked to call her 'boyfriend outfit', complete with glasses and grabbed her school satchel on the way out of her farmhouse. Once she'd locked up, she swiftly headed towards her old fiat before hopping in, gunning the engine and pulling away from the curb. Despite her best efforts, she'd tried to get a radio installed in her car many times, but they just weren't compatibale with her vehicle's... classicness. Stifling a sigh as she drove, Flo wound down the windows, using the birdsong as her form of enterainment.
The school came into view as Flora accelerated, only stopping when she neared a few students. Slowly, she parked up the vehicle, slamming the door shut once she was out. The building that towered infront of her really didn't look that inviting and she didn't feel uplifted enough to make her way inside yet, so instead gathered her bag up and headed towards the gardens to the left of the building. It was a small park like area that students liked to hang around out of school hours, but for Flo it was where she went for inspiration for her articles.










