bianca curan | two | cb

[dars]

bianca
district two
eighteen

[dars]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: ffffff; border: 050403 solid 0px; width: 330px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;] b i a n c a c u r a n . "You are no longer suited for the program." Among the sea of black text printed onto the thick paper, those were the eight words that stood out, the only eight that mattered. She was no longer suited for the program. No matter the three years she'd put in at the Academy. No matter that just one more year and she would've been finished. No matter that she was mere months away from landing among the stars she'd always aimed for. She was a good career. She was an excellent fighter, an honest person, and she knew who to keep her power while giving herself away. But how the hell is someone expected to pass a 300-question exam when she's only allowed to miss up to ten questions? She had a choice to make: let them win, or prove them wrong. She spent months accepting that they'd already won. That they always would win. But she had one thought in the days leading up to her eighteenth birthday: she still had one more chance. The battle was lost, but she chose not to raise her white flag until the war was over.

[dars]

finite!

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[lucia valentine [d8] 🐞 tris]

she might not have the range,
but she has my heart ♥