#lf starters

Some people in this school don't understand the idea of personal space. 

Lyra never understood the purpose of timekeepers. 

If she was allowed to manifest her own self-indulgent ways on the world, hourglasses and clocks and watches would be rendered obsolete, and time would be ingrained into oneself by the sun's careful movements across the sky. Being brought up in a strict household had taught Lyra that timeliness was everything - yet, she hated the word and its connotations. Timeliness meant moving in a set direction predetermined by someone else. Timeliness meant obeying others along the ticks of a black hand. Timeliness meant restraint, captivity, and imprisonment - so it was a fitting thing that Lyra had always been somewhat of a rebel. 

The mere idea was only a wishful dream, however; she knew that wholeheartedly and completely. But as she examined the intricate golden hourglass in one pale hand, Lyra couldn't help but feel satisfyingly victorious when the object dived onto the cold floor with a tinkling crush.