Euna Song
November 13, 2009 5:18 PM
A bit of dream interpreting. by Euna Song
It was late, far later than she ought to be awake for, but sleep eluded her. The dream had been a vivid one, and yet the details escaped her waking thoughts. Palm trees and a hurricane, and something about her father’s alter, the sole photograph of him being ripped by the winds. Euna was not a stupid girl, she easily connected the dots between her dream and what she had learned over the summer. That knowledge twisted at her, mostly because she knew she should share it with her brother, but his anger was too volatile, too potent, and she worried what the information might cause him to do.The common room’s fire dimmed further as she huddled deeper into her chair, drawing the dark grey blanket close around her body. If she was completely honest, she hardly knew what to feel herself. Learning that the man you know of as your father hadn’t died, but had deserted your mother while she was pregnant was not the sort of thing she was used to dealing with. Euna generally tried to compartmentalize her emotions, throw them away into neat, tidy boxes clearly labeled ‘happy’ and ‘sad’ and ‘lonely.’ There was no box for ‘my father is alive and worthless.’ There was no box for ‘my mother’s been lying my whole life and likes to exact her unhappiness on me alone.’
There was no box for Euna’s heart, and her dreams were playing out this truth with full-on Technicolor.
The sudden flare in strength in the fireplace signaled the entrance of another body in the common room, and she grew suddenly aware of her unkempt appearance, her black, thick hair loose and disheveled and her glasses still up in her dorm room.
“I couldn’t sleep. You?”
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Anna Berg
November 14, 2009 10:41 PM
Dreams elude this first year. by Anna Berg
The tiny redhead started, nearly knocking over a vase, when Euna spoke. She walked timidly around to the hearth, looking for the source of the voice."H-hello," she stuttered quietly. "I couldn't sleep either."
She stood barefooted in her nightgown, wrapped up in a blanket similar to Euna's. The light from the fire flickered across her pale features, making her seem haunted despite the warm glow. She shivered and drew the blanket closer.
"What's your name?" she inquired, sitting cross-legged on the hearth rug. She had never been a heavy sleeper, and this new, unfamiliar place kept her awake, wary.
She looked at Euna curiously, cocked her head to one side. What was this girl's story?
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Anna Berg
Dreams elude this first year.
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Euna Song
November 20, 2009 10:52 AM
Dreams allude to much for this third year. by Euna Song
Euna quashed some of her disappointment once the first year moved close enough for Euna's poor vision to make out her face. Confession was good for the soul, and she so very much wanted to confess to someone. But not to just anyone.She recognized the first year, placing a name with the face: Anna Berg. Euna knew that she tended to blend into the wallpaper, but it was impossible for her to miss the new additions to her house, and reluctant as she was to ever admit to it, she enjoyed watching them, with their newfound enthusiasm and all of that latent energy. Anna stood out in particular from her hair, a vibrant color so very different from the black of Euna's own.
"I'm Eun Ae Song," she introduced, her name sounding like yoon-eh-aw from her lips. "But Euna is fine." Euna straightened in her chair, allowing one hand to escape long enough to wipe some of the sleep from her eyes. "You couldn't sleep either. Is it homesickness?"
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Euna Song
Dreams allude to much for this third year.
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Anna
November 20, 2009 9:45 PM
Not homesickness. by Anna
"That's a pretty name," the redhead said politely. She really did like the name. Truth be told, she wished hers was more interesting. But then, interesting names were probably reserved for interesting people, she thought. She smiled a little.Anna didn't recognize Euna, but then, the dark-haired girl could have been sitting farther down the table at supper.
"No! No...not homesickness," Anna said, smirking humorlessly. Her eyes looked pained, ancient, and made her seem much older than her years. A shadow passed over her face. Unconsciously, she touched her right arm lightly, which was covered by the sleeve of her nightgown.
"What about you? Why couldn't you sleep?" she inquired, changing the subject.
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Anna
Not homesickness.
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