Rosalind opens her locker, letters pouring out. she groans. this past week has been a nightmare. gone are the days that she could slip through the shadows unnoticed. now, every time she tries to take pictures, some annoying fan stands in the way of the shot. she's tried to be polite, but this is ridiculous. she longs for the day that someone admires her for her, not sone silly little picture that she didn't even take. she picks up the letters, golden eyes narrowed. "this is preposterous...."
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