Claire Dubois lugged her two large suitcases into room 2-10. She grunted as she heaved the duffle bag that was on her shoulder onto the bed.
Always quick to organize, she tryed to unzip one of the suitcases but to her disdain and fustration she realized the zipper had broken. She swiped her hand across the top and it ripped.
You see, Claire had a special gift. She could cut and destroy things with a single touch and a bit of concentration. But also, she could just as easily repair and even heal people's wounds with it.
Though many would count it as a blessing, she despised her gift. Claire used to go to a public school in Paris, and in order to not be labeled a freak and be outcast from her social society, she had to hide it, which was très difficile. After a mistaken outburst of built up power, her irritated and resentful mother sent her off to this boarding school for kids with gifts, such as hers, or as Claire liked to say, curses.
Other than her power, Claire like a normal 16 year old girl. She was very thin, underweight even, but only because her metabolism was very fast. She long, slightly wavy red hair, that was always up in a bun, with the few stray pieces held back with a single bobby pin. She was wearing a cashmere creme sweater and light coloured jeans. She had black three-inch heels on, making her height 5 foot six inches.
She finished putting her clothes away in the dressers and slid her suitcases under the bed.
Claire heard a ruckus going out in the hallway and realized she did not want to get involved. She got out her favourite book, Fantôme de l'opéra, by Gaston Leroux and began to read it for the umpteenth time. She loved to imagine herself in the place of Christine Daae, the young chorus girl. Claire loved to sing, and her voice was like crystal. Pretending to be Christine was the little bliss she had.
[Previously Known As Zega]The Game. You Just Lost It.
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