[center][h2][color=lightgreen]August 25th | Monday | 4:oo a.m. | First Day Of School[/color][/h2]
A loud beeping sound filled the dark room, causing a slight stirring from under the blankets piled on the bed due to the cold temperature the room is constantly at. A few of the blankets fell back, revealing a head adorned with shockingly white hair. After a few small movements were made, one of which consisted of a small pale hand leaving the safety of the blankets and pressing a button on the beeping alarm clock, the figure fell still once more. Silence filled the room once more and the figures breathing started to deepen once more. However, a small shape leaped nimbly onto the bed and padded until the kitten was sitting on top of the pillow. It reached inside the cocoon of blankets and gently prodded a cheek until the figure's lashed lifted, revealing brilliant blue eyes, one of which was without sight. The girl sighed softly, knowing her kitten was right. She needed to get up. There were things to be done before school. Even if her family was at the stage where they ignored her they were not afraid to administer punishment should she fail to complete her tasks.

Yawning, she wiggled out from under the warm blankets regretfully; shivering as her feet meet the cold tile floor. She stretched her arms over her head and regarded herself in the mirror across from her bed. Snow white hair fell in sheets past her waist, blending in with her pale skin and making her aquamarine eyes stand out in stark contrast. People were always shocked at her hair color and thought she colored it, not believing her when she tried to explain that it was natural. Eventually she stopped and let them think what they will. She glanced at her clock and sighed, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Four O'clock was way too early to wake up but if she wanted to complete all of her morning chores and still get to school on time she needed to have enough time. 

Another sigh escaped her as she padded to the bathroom and turned on the water, picking out her outfit for the day while she waited for the water to warm up. It was still relatively hot outside seeing as it was still August but if she didn't want people asking questions about the various bruises and scars on her arms and legs(if they even noticed her that is) then she was forced to wear clothes that didn't show that much skin. She picked out a black skirt that fell to her knees, her brown knee-high boots and a long-sleeved shirt that was purple in color. The water having warmed up by now, she jumped in and quickly washed her hair and body. Once she had gotten out she dressed in a t-shirt and shorts to do her chores in and went down to the kitchen, looking at the list pinned to the fridge. She sighed as her eyes trailed down the obscene amount of chores for her to do and got to work. 

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When she finally finished it was 6 O'clock and time for her to get dressed and begin her walk to school. She put her cleaning supplies away and got dressed, grabbed her messenger bag then began the walk to school.

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[h2][color=lightgreen]August 25th | Monday | 7:oo a.m. | First Day Of School[/color][/h2]
She managed to make it to school on time, letting out a sigh of relief. She stared up at the red-brick building with a feeling of tiredness. if she survived this year then she only had two more before she was able to leave this place. She rubbed at her eyes tiredly before beginning the trek up the steps. Teenagers were grouped here and there, some of them falling silent as she passed by them. Some of them began whispering about her weirdness and how easy prey she was if they wanted to mess with her. 

She ignored them as best as she could, continuing forward steadily. It was them that her daily tormentors swooped in. Seeing as she was blind on her left side, they used that to advantage and so she was unprepared when she was pushed unexpectedly. A yelp escaped her as she went tumbling, bag spilling to the ground beside her. Her glasses fell off and she groped around for a few moments, thankful when her fingers closed over the frames and placed them back on her face. 

Her cheeks burned as she scrambled to gather her belongings as the two boys laughed at her embarrassment. [color=red]"What's this?"[/color] One of them sneered, snatching up her sketchpad before she could grab it. He began flipping through the pages, ignoring how she scrambled to her feet and tried to take it from him. [color=red]"Who's this? Your imaginary boyfriend?"[/color] He asked, showing her a drawing. Her cheeks colored further at the sight of the drawing. He stood tall with raven colored locks and golden eyes, one eye covered by an eyepatch. She remained silent. They didn't need to know that she had been dreaming about this boy for the past few months and she hoped that the bully didn't flip any further otherwise he would see more drawings of the dream-guy. 

The bully sneered when he didn't get a response and tossed her back the pad just in time for the bell to ring, signaling the start of class. The two boys had fun kicking her stuff away before racing for class. Estelle pushed back tears from her eyes. She didn't cry anymore, not since her mother had left her when she was small. She managed to gathering up all her stuff and hurried to class, the sketchpad clenched to her chest protectively.[/center]