charlotte stood erect, hands on her stomach. she gazed at her reflection in the mirror on the wall. her skin was as white as ever. her dark brown curls hung, glistening, down to her hips. the black leotard she wore closely hugged her form, proudly displaying her perfect figure. she was beautiful, stunning, unearthly.
this was her reward for seventeen years in the academy. seventeen years of primping and touching up and perfecting, not just the outside but also the inside of every pupil to pass through its hallowed halls.
she had been trained since birth to be a leader, to gently guide the public to their future. it was her honor; her duty.
her clothes, her meals, even her opinions were chosen every day for her. every aspect of her life, down to the tiniest detail, was carefully planned by those in charge. even her future had been selected for her- she would become the most beautiful, most perfect of the shining stars, as she was reminded every morning.
a charmed life, with no complications, no worries, no consequences.
no freedom.
this was the life she thought she wanted.
she was wrong.