On Friday Celestina woke up somewhat late. She held a soft blanket close to her and got her belongings together as quickly as possible.

     She had a pair of red, heart-shaped glasses that she loved to wear. Whenever people asked her why she wore them so much, she would list the reasons. One was that she like how they looked. Another was that she sometimes didn't want to worry about eye-contact, bright lights, and feeling exposed. She would sometimes get angry and start tearing up about something unexpected, and preferred to have her eyes a bit more isolated in case that happened.

     In Celestina's art class the students are making prints. Celestina made one of The Fly in red, blue, and purple, which read, "The Fly is my true love." She slipped it into the front pocket of her notebook to display it. I was so beautiful, and she was proud of her work. She admired Bono, especially as The Fly, because he was everything she wanted to be; glamorous, talented, extremely confident, and just a little bit risque... okay, maybe more like entirely risque, but the point is, she longed to be more like The Fly.

     She became very tired later at practice from a chronic sleep deficit, but still ran eight miles later that night, because of the intense fear of failure that she felt.

     That weekend, one of her friends was over, and they were conversing about some of Celestina's angst regarding interacting with other people. Her friend said, to quote Margaret Atwood, "don't let the bastards grind you down." She freaked out a little, recognizing the line from Acrobat by U2. She was happy to know the lyric's origin and happy that the song now held even more of a meaning for her.

     Life contains a strange symmetry.

     Authors Note: Thanks for reading y'all! *kisses* <3