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Virgo The Secret Monologue

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My bed creaks beneath my weight as I roll over to my side to glance at my alarm clock, seated on my bedside table. 12:00 am, it reads, in ruby-red digital letters. As I have been doing for the past two weeks, I start counting the amount of hours I have left till 7th September, my birthday. 48 hours. I let out a shaky breath. Just two days and my life will change completely. For better or worse, I don't know. I mentally slap myself at that thought, of course for better. The Society doesn't error; the stars cannot be wrong. From under my plush pillow, damp with my perspiration, I pull out my InfoBook. Despite the lack of illumination in the room, I can still recognise the symbol of the maiden on the cover. I run my fingers along the plain mauve dress she has shrouded herself in, tracing them on the lace on its bodice. She's looking down at the ground; modest like all Virgos should be. The glyph of my sign glitters on the spine of the InfoBook. It's an M, with what is considered to be the crossed legs of a chaste virgin. …show more content…

That I would be among the Unpaired ones. But no, Virgos do get married, for they are compatible with other Zodiac signs. Plus, with their analytical minds, they make good teachers and psychologists too. I flip the cover of my InfoBook, bending the spine. Most Virgos don't do that because they are 'neat'. Virgos are supposed to be neat. I don't understand why I am not. When out in public, I see to it that I don't bend the spine, that I don't keep my hair unkempt, that I always look down on the

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