Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater! I only own my OC's, Jamie Elliot, Mark Jennifer (I've always owned him, I just forgot to claim him.) and Raissa Bel Garnaeu-Olive.
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11. That Box
Yesterdays Call of Duty excursion was fun, but as always, Raissa felt as if she were in a box.
Yes, a box. A solid, steel box. Bolted shut with titanium screws, chained together, fused to a stand still. That box cut off Raissa from the rest of the world, made her feel alien, alone, different. She was different, she was a princess from France for crying out loud! Though even in France, she'd feel this way.
Even in her own family.
Raissa just didn't feel. . .
Well, at home. Anywhere.
Raissa was dying to be herself in a new place. To be the piano-dress hating, CoD loving, weapon, normal self. There was just no one she could do that with. No one who'd she'd ever be able to open up to like that.
Resigned, as Raissa climbed the steps of her new school, with her meister, on the fourth day. The box slid over her again, and the lock clicked shut.
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A little more on Raissa. Yupp, developing of plot and characters can be taxing.