Page 6 of The Fangirl Project
Hmm, depends…If you’re a Twilight/Court of Thorns and Roses girlie, definitely start with the show. If you’re a Homer’s Iliad or Les Mis fan, the books are a cinch
@fauningforhim
looooool mood
@silversmithhh
(In case it wasn’t obvious,@mythicwitch, start with the show. Always.)
Private chat with @runicrascal
@runicrascal
Hello newbie! Fancy seeing you here
Glad you accepted the invite!
And, yeah, start with the TV show
@mythicwitch
I’m getting that vibe, haha! And also, nobody thought to mention these books have maps in them? What? Literally, what world have I entered? (They are kinda pretty, though. Like, why do I sort of want to get a poster of one for my wall?)
@runicrascal
Oof, the maps are what got you? DEFINITELY start with the TV show in that case
We don’t want you bolting before you’ve left the gate, huh?
@mythicwitch
Almost! I’m here for the long haul though ;)
@runicrascal
Welcome to the fandom, Cerys!
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Despite the fact that thisis my third week at St.David’s already, that first-day dread hasn’t budged even a little. My heart hammers and my palms are slick with sweat at the idea of walking into a space where I know almost nobody, have a more flexible timetable, and am suddenly treated more like an adult than a child, when I really don’t feel very grown-up at all. It all feels too intense, toofree,and I miss my smaller, more contained world of my old school, where the dynamics were fixed and I didn’t have to stumble blindly into a whole new, unknown environment.
I thought, after the first couple of days, I’d get used to it and the dust would settle. I thought I’d have new friends, but all I’ve managed to do is make small talk with some people I sit by in classes, and busy myself with some coursework or notes during my breaks.
There are a couple of sixth form schools in the area, so our group from school inevitably split up a little when it came to studying A Levels before uni, but I stayed signed up for St.David’s even after Jake moved. I told myself that I liked the idea of a fresh start,even if it meant not being with my old group from school day to day, but deep down I know it’s because St.David’s has a better reputation for art.
Art was always my favorite subject when I was younger, but I’m not naive enough to want to pursue it further—it’s just an easy A to go alongside my English, history, and media classes. A career in art hardly worked out for my dad, and I’ve seen firsthand the kind of fights and resentment such an unstable choice can cause.
I am starting to regret giving in to the pull of the impressive student art shows and great facilities, though, because the reality is that aside from a few people I didn’t know very well at my old school, I’m stuck somewhere I don’t have any friends at all.
In my head, I know I’m not the only one in this situation. Everyone in my classes has come from different schools, and we’ve obviously got similar interests if we’re studying the same things, but it’s like I missed some vital memo on that first day. Cliques began to form, groups banded together, and I’m left on the outskirts, trying to fit in.
I stand in front of my bed now, debating between a pastel yellow top and a lilac shirt, like my life depends on it.
It sort of does.
At my old school, I never had to worry too much about fitting in. Our friend group was established very quickly at twelve years old, bonds forged by trivial things like sharing the same bus stop or being in the same homeroom, and it never really changed much.
