MARZIA LERRA

marzia lerra

I WOULD WAIT FOREVER EXULTED IN THE SEAM

The Lerra family originates from the purple circle; aka the business district. As an Infant, Marzia hadn't talked until she was four. Growing up, Marzia had been clueless about her surroundings, like everyone she usually got herself into a great deal of trouble. Marzia had usually climbed on counters and left her dishes around unattended to. Marzia hadn't felt much by her small predicaments, and she usually got out of her situations easily. However her parents had simply sighed and had carried on. Due to this, she hadn't known much about manners and such. The Lerra family had worked nearby their house, since they were in the Business district. Although they were close, this doesn't mean that Marzia spent more time with them than others would. Marzia's mother and father usually stayed around the house pacing back and forth ignoring her and talking on their devices.

As Marzia's childhood quickly grew into her teenage years, she had been more adapted to her destination; she had truly been happier. Her relationships had grown and she had been living a calm, more restricted life. Her parents had been proud of her, and overall it had been quite relaxing to be in Trampoli. This had continued to be true toward her current years. At the age of sixteen Marzia had moved from her relaxing and adapted life of Trampoli, to Selpha. At this time, she was unsure what was to be ahead of her. Though she was excited at the same time to have suspense in her life.




Marzia got up from what seemed to be the endless void of nothingness. "Whoa, Don't fall!" she would tell herself internally as she was pulled up to the surface from her dear friend Logan. With a smile, Marzia had thanked Logan for saving her life. "Thank you Logan, I don't know what I would've done if I had fallen", She would thank him. She had truly been thankful for what logan had saved her from. She would never know what was down there, but she hadn't wanted to have known what was ahead of her trip down the endless void. She then dusted off her flannel which had been covering her lightly colored t-shirt. Her skirt had flowed in the wind as Marzia had stared over to Logan for a mere second. Afterwards, Logan had received a thoughtful hug along with a bright grin. Marzia would never forget the moment of desperation she had been in.

[b]K-ON, mio akiyama[/b] as [i]marzia lerra[/i]