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But I have no idea how I’m going to tamp down my opinions and act as pretty window dressing when it’s not in my nature to be silent.
I have opinions.
I have a personality.
I have hopes and dreams.
Do you have a ticket out of here?
Good point.
But just because I’m stuck doesn’t mean I’ll conform.
Kaz did things her way.
Now I’ll do them my way.
Fact Two: This isn’t magic.
Crazy, I know. But hear me out. This place isn’t moving like there’s a director and writers calling the shots. There’s no mystical script locking me into the cheesy lines Kaz spouted in the movie.
I’ve had the freedom to express exactly what I’m feeling.
My words are my own.
My actions are my own too.
Which makes me think that this isn’t just a film.
Fact Three: This is a world.
These people don’t just think they’re real. They are real.
And that about blows my mind, but it’s an important step into getting out. If this world is real, so is mine. I just need to find a way to connect the two.
Having my own autonomy makes it easier. So far, allowing my true personality to shine has led me to several run-ins with Hawk—the main lead of the story.
But here’s the thing.
I’m not the female lead.
The Heirs of Brighton Academy is about a shy, poor new girl and the rich alpha-hole jerk falling in love.
This is about Catherine and Hawk.
In here, I’m just the throwaway.
A background character.
A stereotype.
And I’ve been stalling Fate.
That needs to change ASAP.
There’s a soft knock on the door of my suite.
“It’s open!” I call, pulling my feet up under me.
