"From the English word that means 'happiness', which ultimately derives from Latin felicitas 'good luck'" Felicity laughed as she read this out loud. How she loved the internet, a place that tore her down yet, lifted her up. Names were important to Felicity. Not just their meaning. To have a name is something she believed everyone took for granted. Consequently, every subject within her books would remain nameless. Rather she would assign them numbers, much like the system jails have. An hour after waking up, she was sitting in one of the many computer labs that her school sported. School. If anyone ever needed an example of Felicity's passive/aggressive attitude, school was it. They could make her so mad. But they were her subjects. Her chapters she would pluck one by one and insert into leather bound books. She often thought of her books as a cage containing various species of insects that she would poke at with fine needles. Felicity didnt agree with the schooling structure. She kept quiet, not wanting the attention of any superiors. She refused to attend another place of study after highschool. She had no vocation, no aspirations. Her computing class was fairly routine, allowing for her to zone out often. Felicity listed her goals to her mind. She often did this. Her mind was like a story telling class. Children sat all around Felicity, and she would tell them all about her life. One by one she told the children her goals. First, to continue with her books. Second, move out of home. And third, create a new book. This new book would be the most difficult task she would ever undertake. Its size, like her 'Sum To Infinity' series, would expand beyond a library shelf. Its complexities, beyond anything she had ever mentally tackled. Felicity promised herself she would be the lion. She would hunt this book to her grave, decapitating every part of its confusing nature. It would be a hands on task, the difference between this new book and her current creations. She could not sit on the side lines for this task, oh no, she would be playing the field. Felicity laughed out loud when she listened to her inner story teller revealing this fact to the ever obedient children. She really would be playing the field. Her new book was about love.
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