The child:

Mary not only spoke softly but also inherited a mothers sense that was not questioned in which it befell herself, tightly worshipping herself in covering over others, rather than penetrating vaguely towards another, exiting through another if this one was not made of rotting wood. Mary stepped into the passing of life without the rightful paranoia, that firmly expressed can not be self lifted into apprehension, that Mary and her habits of cooking and country idols, as in country culture and music, would because they were being apparent as a tag as country clothes racked up fell onto her like a drape without question as this cloth tightened around her, sealing tightly and tighter as she grew bigger into these clothes: with this logic, she could become a monster sedated by the logician caring of “Mary” as a name breaking inwards into the soft bendage she had from helping in a positively release, a pulse of courage towards an individual with no realization of that person’s individuality in decision is not a character for a mother’s revision. Because Mary was held around each turn of the tedious days like a swivel and a knot remotely joined, she spoke with the tone of others’ callings lifting it up herself, so that the concrete calling of her attached hobbies in addition to countriness and the maturity of never juxtaposing such with the city mouse became determined and determining, sliding inside her, or as her lack of selfishness as self motivation allows, inside herself, I said Mary to myself—imagine the author faulting-ly allowed Mary to become third person with tens of thousands of Mary’s repeated in their novel, that Mary stopped herself in Marying is how this problem perspective of the third (middleman their must be as a third of a certain triad, that cause of a lack of invented characters be the reader “themself”), from living like a Mary, with no distinct characters being a source that she was as a fast unconsciously affected, this Mary stereotype from purely being Mary became so, that she was and was like a Mary.

One day, Mary received a letter to go to an unheard of “specialties” academy in Quebec, Canafa, on the basis that they were educating people devoid of character merits, but without character flaw was the commending requirement, to see if they would change. Mary was beyond confused, and decided that this letter was an intimidation scam, even though the contents of introduction and explanatory mission didn’t have anything to do with intimidating for a small gain. It was like the they had reached out from their fathom-like thoughts which nailed how was a print out acceptance letter containing the school missoon, as if complaint was called out of its context of Mary’s character determination, or description because their thoughts without including those of stopping themselves because it found peace in being chiseled away before my collage, still contained the imbuement of doubt, and later forced concern that she needed to be helped anyways besides from the doubting that what was thought was not existing within, was really true that her issues should be left alone because of the true dormancy it coexisted outside of her soul. It was outside from her and her soul, “they” hoped. The soul was dormant actually, and put to sleep all that climbed inside. It was not that they saw falsely the dormancy her weaknesses lie in, but that it crawled inside the soul which was the dormancy. Did they know that the dormancy was her, or wager to think it before facing her again, and letting down their mission to survive her while uplifting and increasing her pride, her new being of creative qualities and a powerful outlook of life, was not a possible fulfillment?

This school was far more magical than Howard’s. The transformations, even though it is the definition referenced as topics towards the selected students, was unfairly tossed into the air as if the heads or tails anticipation was replaced by the coin catching on fire, forgetting its own inanimate worry of being 5 cents or ten cents because it was one of them and second guessing wavering between existence and nonexistent if one overrode the other or it should see itself more that what the coin was or was not to other side; which morphed from awareness of its back, the tails behind the heads it represented, to the face of which looked at its dual in the duration of air.

What decided the fate of whether Mary became part of this omniscient to her program was not her social aptitude towards those who wanted her becoming more circular and circumspecting, as a radius goes from any point in the rotation to the, “center,” as it is called, but rather these people planned for people to be fixed as fixing was an automatic process of being inside the program as if the facilities, its roof and walls were peeling from the inside like an orange with sentient boredom and lure towards excitement. And Mary was in trepidation, the orange, facilitatement and trust towards her lacking ness while the “they” committee of the learning and academia of character was ready to resolve her unknowing of the nothingness which took up space as in lack in the whole of a summation was eating away from the insides to discover that what was lacking was being disappeared towards the middle of evaporation, however with normal sentience no one can have the self immersion to do so. And those people had words that Mary had not to explain and beckon to her weakness, while Mary was defenseless with this invisible lack of vocabulary. Never was done Mary’s expertise in restraining herself as turmoil rolled like an obsolete will with urges to escape and consequently lure out the savage and inappropriate from her and attack the eloquent and infinitely verbal discussion with the ideas which are timeless before others meeker sayings. Beautiful is the harmony of self deprecating and shy in all engagements, to preserve the unbroken attack on central meeting of people who associate, that they can blow hard towards the air and never risk offending another that sticks slightly out by possessing that they manifest force in speaking to and against another: the to and against is like attraction and expulsion of magnetic fields, the first with gradual increments of nearness, and the second with an automatically responsive, thrust outward from within the uncontactive metal.

The education chose Mary, not Mary choosing a mode of travel to visit and than leaving was going to transpire to meet the peace and lack of forced development transforming the liminal comfort Mary knew and had no reason to question. This was no Harry Potter sequence. On a certain day of the week, Mary woke up in an underground bunker. Underground with the lives of vermin squirming the corners of the destitute rooms, and clearly there was no escape as the depths underground must have been thousands of meters to facilitate this putrid punishment of deep mineral reeking and squelching rivers, the very trickling beneath the sedimentary layers. Soon, all the compulsory students were called to dining hall, God forbid, the carved out a socializing destination in the natural darkness, the place deep enough to lack the rays of the sun, and people would pace onto the chandelier, and drill a giant hole into the metal walls if they could, uncertain that escaping depended on how deep in the earth, "we" were? This was all wrong. The compulsory of the school's curriculum, was experience, experience with danger and passion and opportunities for self-damage and hatred punishment, that would strengthen the person, prepare them for a mind with greater sources for imagination. The fight between these two characters were about to commence between the selected students, and mainly it was the excitement of seeing their definitions of self, what made them special and defeating in all ways others, rather than the entertainment of the capital's spectators, proceeding way into transformations of themselves, which couldn't proceed with the lectures of social experiments of the different types of people, but rather how people used their dire creativity to make themselves into what they wanted, a totally different something that was the truly someone they wanted to become, theirselves as all origins was from their imagination, confirmed by the true want of self. What did they compete for, as the instructors had indicated, it was none of their subjected mode that depended on their mood to fetch something so much smaller than these people put their worths to, and relished in being superior and non contradicting in their inflated, absolutely self-exaggerated image to get this small, but glittering asset. They were fighting for novelty, which the small experiences of joy and exasperation would be incorporated into their intelligence and toughness, respectively. This time, it was to win above all others, making it the only suitability to find one's best self, the one that could truly in all its aspects triumph over that of the hurt and lazy others, who were maybe inherently discouraged by authentic bravery and genius standards which they may or may not be able to get depending on an undefined period of speculation and testing one's owns limits which seemed only to flash one's own normalcy and common sense, which in retrospect consoling oneself, actually be correct but because of frequency indicate a lack of specialness. This reflection did not occur in the contestants' like this, but this was the inflated wisdom of the curious creators of this contests, so wrong that this was because of their own sophistication the real increase in uplift as a fact of living nature, their was much chaos waiting, against this. The strong felt a sense of self which was a really intriuguing, and causing real intrigue sensation of self-urgency and superiority from directly subjugating others because of some inner beauty, inner savage, just releasing in oneself at all times, how can anyone not have this value of living when disappearance was threatened, not a wrapped up feeling of perfection and subliminal excellence that, also, would secrete shame during such a period of offensive danger? Now (unlike the Hunger Games or Squid Games if you know those franchises), the danger was justified during its first moment of waking in the darkness that underground was the danger to escape, that they had be forced to live in danger and escape what was danger so satisfactorily outside of them, literally the outside, which affected not what was inside their soul. What was the worst fear of evil caused by, designed by, these deranged creators, that only one was to leave, and leave without permanent damage from the evaporation of these carbon fumes, to the overworld, as now hell was all pain in the physical location of Hades, where the souls of the metaphorical realm could be trapped, but being physically beneath, trapped by definition, they must climb upwards or life was further trapped. Should all climb out, there was no contrary evidence to this, making this notion extremely concerning. In the dining hall, there was a banquet with no host, it seemed to descend from the ceiling panels out of which let down a robotic arm with the most lavish dishes you could imagine.can you continue this story with plot points so that there are multiple temptations inside this "school" to escape at the cost of others being trapped underneath. And finish with the image of Mary being too occupied with her umbrella flying up that she is mentally outside fo this pressing issue and she just feels like she casn fly into the air without acknowledging where the air is, some kind fo metaphor that she never sees her situation and setting as the danger and problem itself, rather an aspect, and still doesn't realize in such an obvious situation where the underground is like hell