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The howl of the wind was nothing compared to her heartache for her mother. Her one loving family member. The only one who ever seemed to want her. Gone, faster than the stormy wind. All because of one crash. The crash that she loathed so much. The one that killed her mother.
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Aravelle smiled softly as she “gazed"out the tinted window of her car. “Father? When will we be there?” when she doesn't hear her Father respond she moves her head and clicks her tongue. She hears him fix his posture and he takes a breath before saying “Almost there, darling… Are you sure you want to do this?”
She could almost taste the doubt in his voice. “Of course! I’ve always wanted this.” He sighed loudly and she felt the car slowly come to a stop. As she slowly blinked her dark eyes she felt around her face, hoping she looked fine. She examined her auburn, curly, long hair, with her hands of course, as she doesn't actually know what that actually looks like…
Her Father nodded, then, as if remembering her blindness, he says “We are here. Please don’t get hurt.” Aravelle looked up and smiled. “I won’t.” She said , as she prepared to get out of the limo she stopped. Before anyone could see, she launched herself to where she hoped her Father was, in which she was correct. “I love you Father.” she heard him let out a breath and hoped that he was smiling like her.
He nodded his head and slowly pushed her away. She let out a tiny laugh and felt him kiss her head. “I will see you after school today, yes? And if I join any clubs I will tell you!” Her Father nodded his head to her statement, though she didn't see this, and let out a tiny mhm.
When she heard the small noise, she nodded in satisfaction and closed the door. As she walked up to the school she she made her small clicking sounds, along with her heels hitting the marble floor of the courtyard. Her head slowly lifted, wishing that she could see the what is defined as beautiful, the school, and all the nature that she never gets to see.
She walked quickly, with her long legs and curvy figure, into the school and to the office, trying not to bump into things, as she had not yet mastered echo-location. She ran her hands across the door and felt it say “Headmaster” ,she grinned, and walked into the room.
She heard someone shuffle around and visualized what it looks like. She subconsciously kept in her mind what places to not walk. After standing there a second she heard an awkward cough. “Hello? Are you the new student?” She heard Headmaster speak in his optimistic tone and nodded. “Yes. I am Aravelle Hara.”
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