“The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.” -Debasish Mridha
Terra groaned, burying her face in her hands.
Her head hurt, her eyes sore, and she was pretty sure all the names were starting to blur together.
Eluetherodactylidae; the rain frogs.
Brevicipitidae; the other rain frogs.
Dendrobatidae; the poison dart frogs.
Terra sighed and reached into the pile of notecards and pulled one out, flipping it over and scanning the back. Ah. The spiny chested frogs. Of course.
She heaved another sigh and flopped onto her back, ignoring the scattered notecards around her. Terra had no idea what possessed her to take a college level biology course, in particularly one revolving around herps, but alas here she was. It didn’t help that the teacher, or professor, in this case, wanted them to memorize the different families of amphibians. Terra was certain she’d never use this information ever, but what was she to do? College credit was college credit, after all.
And getting biology out of the way would certainly make things easier in the long run.
That didn’t make this any easier now, however, and she decided that a break was long overdue. Terra rolled of her bed, scattering more notecards about, and slipped out of her room.
The hallway was dark, with only the soft glow beneath her foster parents’ door as indication of their presence. It was pretty late; a click glance at her phone showed the time to be past midnight. But aside from the strain of studying, Terra didn’t feel tired.
She plucked her keys from the rack on the wall and quietly stepped outside, making sure to close the door gently behind her. The fresh salty air stung at her nostrils, and Terra smiled. She loved living by the sea. The air felt more energetic here.
Terra struck out down the sidewalk, enjoying the quiet bustle of the night. Despite the fact that it was midnight, cars whizzed past left and right, their bright headlights flashing briefly in Terra’s eyes. There were a few people out and about too; mostly clubbers or bar hoppers, though there were small pockets of sketchy strangers huddled near the dark alleyways. Terra simply held her head high, ignoring their wary stares.
She knew for a fact that she could take care of herself.