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Mother Lourdes Saint Convent
Cranberry Lake, St. Lawrence County, New York, US
My name is Polaris Costella. Or just Poli. Yeah, let's leave it at just Poli. I'm 19 years old and my parents are America's Typical Marriage: Perfect jobs, perfect social status, perfect house in the suburbs, and perfect daughter. Me.
I, of course, am far away from covering the expectations of that social label. Perfect daughter. I am a good girl, yeah, I am very respectful and I have manners, I wash my teeth after every meal and donate money for charity, but I couldn't care less about superficial and material things. That's why I'm my parents' pain in the ass. They can't stand my liberal and carefree way of seeing things. They don't understand my love for nature and my passion for painting. They want me to be a business woman, have my own corporation and be successful, you know, painting won't pay the bills.
But what can I do? I am a Costella, I need to keep my head high, above the rest, I am a leader by nature, I am perfect. At least I am in front of all those local cameras and people surrounding me in those luxurious balls my parents organize every once in a while. I never feel any more uncomfortable than when I'm forced to assist one of those balls.
And, of course, the cherry on top of the perfect daughter lifestyle, a catholic boarding school for women to keep me under Jesus' blessing and teach me to be a good samaritan. But I think you are wise enough to realize that the real reason I am here is because my parents are afraid I am a slut and I sleep with thousands of guys or girls before marriage. I don't blame them for thinking so tho, this generation is nuts. But honestly, I'm not against sex before marriage. Sex is good. Or that's what they say. I still don't know. Anyway, I'd like to wait for the right one to deflower me. Lol. That's how the nuns put it on religion class.
However, the good part about this place is that I made some good friends that are not martyrs or holy fools as half the people here. I have Peggy Carter, his father is a retired military man, Captain Charles Carter, and her mother happened to be Charles' nurse, Mrs. Susan Carter. Peggy is the one that helps me stay cool and get through shit when shit happens. She's the maternal figure I've needed my whole life.
And then I have Natasha Romanoff, she's a punk rock ballerina dancer, we don't much about her past life, but she was forced into here too so we're always ranting about how much we hate our existence. And also, she's always my backup when it's Mischief Time (Peggy is always scolding us about it, but if we're lucky, we get her to help us with the pranks too). Once we sneaked into the laundry room and placed a red sock into the washing machine while the Mother Superior's habit was in it. As they didn't found a responsible, the whole school was left without phone calls for one week. But it was so worth it.
And that's just how we roll. Well, that how we've been rolling for the past 3 years. And that how we'll keep rolling for another 6 months till we graduate and are 'free' to chose out future. Or so we hope.