Since you were a kid, you've loved to perform: dancing, doing impressions, and putting on a show. You're one of the key members of St. Jerome's theatre clique, playing a role in every year's production. You have a gift for playing a role, one that is derived from a solid grasp of the psychology of the individual. But Mum got sick, really sick, and your life changed. It was decided that it would be best for you to spend the summer in Ireland. You've gone from London streets, London noise, and the London crowds to these still, cool green woods and lonely hills. How do you feel, waking up every morning in your room below the eaves at the Wolf's Head?
I feel good. These surroundings are so peaceful and serene that I can feel the tension and worry of those last weeks in London draining away.
I feel restless. I want to explore these woods and climb these mountains but I'm not sure where to begin.
I feel lonely. I've yet to meet anyone my own age here; the only people besides Maire are the handful of old people who regularly drink at the Wolf's Head of an evening.
I feel bored. I miss the energy and excitement of London.
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