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VOICE TESTING
Jul. 24th, 2013 08:45 amIf there was one thing Lydia Martin couldn't tolerate, it was deliberate stupidity. But that just seemed to be her lot in life, to be surrounded by deliberate stupidity until she could escape.
It really wasn't fair that she had to be trapped in an ordinary school in an ordinary - well, not completely ordinary - town. Being a teenager meant that she had to put herself in a nice little box, and be what was expected of her, until her escape. She had a calendar in her room. Hidden under her bed. In which she'd mark off the days until her graduation, and then the days until she was at Princeton in the pure math program. So close, she could taste it. Yes, Berkeley had figured into her plans once, and so had MIT. But Princeton had now been ranked the best. So she would get in there, that simple. Her 720 SAT score would make it happen, and she anticipated no problems.
Well, aside from the usual werewolfy kind of problems.
Honestly, it was getting annoying. She could set her watch to it. Ever since Derek Hale had returned, she'd had enough weirdness in her life to last a lifetime. And yet, with distressing regularity, she had another...episode. And now, it was just getting to be about the time that somebody would approach her with the latest supernatural crap.
Head held high as she dominated the school's hallway, heels clicking competently against the linoleum, she counted down in her head. Five, four, three, two...
It really wasn't fair that she had to be trapped in an ordinary school in an ordinary - well, not completely ordinary - town. Being a teenager meant that she had to put herself in a nice little box, and be what was expected of her, until her escape. She had a calendar in her room. Hidden under her bed. In which she'd mark off the days until her graduation, and then the days until she was at Princeton in the pure math program. So close, she could taste it. Yes, Berkeley had figured into her plans once, and so had MIT. But Princeton had now been ranked the best. So she would get in there, that simple. Her 720 SAT score would make it happen, and she anticipated no problems.
Well, aside from the usual werewolfy kind of problems.
Honestly, it was getting annoying. She could set her watch to it. Ever since Derek Hale had returned, she'd had enough weirdness in her life to last a lifetime. And yet, with distressing regularity, she had another...episode. And now, it was just getting to be about the time that somebody would approach her with the latest supernatural crap.
Head held high as she dominated the school's hallway, heels clicking competently against the linoleum, she counted down in her head. Five, four, three, two...
