Tacna was looking in the mirror, her hair being twisted between her fingers. She kept expecting her appearance to change, to go back to looking how she did when she was under chilean administration. She looked down at her yellow curls, waiting to spot a piece of blue hair. She looked back up at herself, slowly lowering her hands to her sides and turned to face her door. She’d spent far too long staring at herself, trying to get over the past. She had to go live her life. She looked through her books to find her blade to put in her pocket only to realize that it had once again been confiscated. She groaned and exited her room

“Damn it” she huffed