fleur duval. d8. cbd1. fin.

[Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom]]

Fleur Duval
District Eight
Female
Eighteen
Student of Duval Academy
Descendant of Luella Duval D8F of the Fourth Hunger Games

[Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom]]

It's on rainy days when Nana says I look just like her. When the storm's set in with it's destructive wrath, threating Eight to seek shelter inside, is when she always says I act the same way as her. Strong is always the first word to leave her lips as if I were supposed to feel strong, but I couldn't. Not with my mother's words still floating around my head with the toxic belief of perfection that sits upon my shoulders. Nana always told stories of her, believing that even in death, she fought for something more than just the despair of the dreary academy that stands before us.

Duval Academy is where the smartest and brightest of kids come, but it's always been a safehouse for the lost. A place for kids to be kids and every year, there's a time when the headmistress comes out and declares a student to be the top of class. My mother, the headmistress, wanted that student to be me, but I couldn't keep up. I wasn't able to inherently know every single word on every single page about Panem History or Capitol Law. I spent nights studying in the dark with my head in books swearing up and down that I was going to be like Luella. Growing up with an imagination larger than Eight's fabrication of clothes, but I was nothing like Luella.

I wasn't protector. I didn't care about others as much as my Nana thought. I was striving for perfection, built walls higher than the Academy's walls, shattered glass ceilings that kept me down, and left nothing but anger boiling up in my stomach until I collapse from exhaustion, but Duval Academy was meant to mold us into the best. Instead, I find myself struggling along with teachers and education. Spend my freedom in the dusty library where books of tales reside with stories that made me different than the Headmistress' daughter.

I've never been strong like Nana says, but I've worked hard to try to be.

[[ retro gm ] angel lí ✨]

"Nana always told stories of her, believing that even in death, she fought for something more than just the despair of the dreary academy that stands before us."

baby girl! am a sucker for descendants trying to break from the mould of their lost ancestors.