M O N E T GREY
the world is full of beautiful places.
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Monetâs family had never been the wealthiest, so when winter break came around, they had to decide if they wanted to spend the money they had on an airplane ticket, or save it so their funds wouldnât go low. It had been Monetâs first Christmas away from home, and they would be lying if they said the experience hadnât made them question their decision to go to university so far from home. It was a little eerie, staying on the nearly empty campas so soon after someone had been murdered, but they took some solace in the fact that they werenât truly alone, even if it felt like it at times.
Monet was genuinely thrilled when people started coming back towards the end of the break. It had been hard, not being around their family over such a big holiday, so the influx of their friends returning was heartening, to say the least.
After classes had resumed, life seemed to just carry on as usual. It was sometimes a little difficult to catch up with others after a break; everyone was busy trying to get back on schedule, and Monet was no exception. While they hadnât gone home over the break, they hadnât spent their time being particularly productive, either. They spent most of their time over break watching Netflix and face timing their little sister. Monet hadnât even fully realized how much theyâd missed her until then.
Monet heard about Hatchâs party, and they really werenât about to turn down the chance to go. Sometimes they declined (parties were so chock full of hormones and emotions and sometimes they were too much), but they still went to plenty of parties; there really wasnât a better way to get the people they cared for together.
Monet spent a little extra time trying to find the right sort of outfit: they didnât tend to fuss over their outfits too much (they were pretty confident and comfortable with themselves, and their clothing was no exception), but they did want to look cute.
Getting to Harmonyâs place was easy, finding anyone once they got there was another story. Once again, Monet found themself lost in the hubb of people. This wasnât unusual; they tended to be shorter than most other people in a room, and bumping into peopleâs shoulders wasnât a good way to find their friends. Bumping into Isabella Vayne was probably the worst thing Monet could think of so soon after arriving to a party.
Monet had tried to be friends with Isabella, they really had, but the girl seemed to hate them for things completely out of their control.
Donât let her get to you, Monet thought to themself, Donât give her that power. Monet smiled as Isabella spoke to them, and though they knew a backhanded compliment when they heard one, they still cheerily said, âThank you, this is one of my favorite sweaters.â There was a brief moment when Monet wanted to say something about the fur, but instead they decided it was probably best to just ignore Isabella if they could. Theyâd decided a while ago that Isabella Vayne just wasnât worth their time or energy. So, the moment Isabella had found someone new to speak with, Monet quickly turned to walk away. Hopefully, Isabella would be leaving them alone for the remainder of the evening.
Monetâs family had never been the wealthiest, so when winter break came around, they had to decide if they wanted to spend the money they had on an airplane ticket, or save it so their funds wouldnât go low. It had been Monetâs first Christmas away from home, and they would be lying if they said the experience hadnât made them question their decision to go to university so far from home. It was a little eerie, staying on the nearly empty campas so soon after someone had been murdered, but they took some solace in the fact that they werenât truly alone, even if it felt like it at times.
Monet was genuinely thrilled when people started coming back towards the end of the break. It had been hard, not being around their family over such a big holiday, so the influx of their friends returning was heartening, to say the least.
After classes had resumed, life seemed to just carry on as usual. It was sometimes a little difficult to catch up with others after a break; everyone was busy trying to get back on schedule, and Monet was no exception. While they hadnât gone home over the break, they hadnât spent their time being particularly productive, either. They spent most of their time over break watching Netflix and face timing their little sister. Monet hadnât even fully realized how much theyâd missed her until then.
Monet heard about Hatchâs party, and they really werenât about to turn down the chance to go. Sometimes they declined (parties were so chock full of hormones and emotions and sometimes they were too much), but they still went to plenty of parties; there really wasnât a better way to get the people they cared for together.
Monet spent a little extra time trying to find the right sort of outfit: they didnât tend to fuss over their outfits too much (they were pretty confident and comfortable with themselves, and their clothing was no exception), but they did want to look cute.
Getting to Harmonyâs place was easy, finding anyone once they got there was another story. Once again, Monet found themself lost in the hubb of people. This wasnât unusual; they tended to be shorter than most other people in a room, and bumping into peopleâs shoulders wasnât a good way to find their friends. Bumping into Isabella Vayne was probably the worst thing Monet could think of so soon after arriving to a party.
Monet had tried to be friends with Isabella, they really had, but the girl seemed to hate them for things completely out of their control.
Donât let her get to you, Monet thought to themself, Donât give her that power. Monet smiled as Isabella spoke to them, and though they knew a backhanded compliment when they heard one, they still cheerily said, âThank you, this is one of my favorite sweaters.â There was a brief moment when Monet wanted to say something about the fur, but instead they decided it was probably best to just ignore Isabella if they could. Theyâd decided a while ago that Isabella Vayne just wasnât worth their time or energy. So, the moment Isabella had found someone new to speak with, Monet quickly turned to walk away. Hopefully, Isabella would be leaving them alone for the remainder of the evening.