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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HlY4TNXXZg]Mood||Oh No! – Marina and the Diamonds[/url]
[color=plum][h3]Midnight Private Academy – Courtyard[/h3][/color][/center]

[color=gray][i]“What wig should I wear?”[/i][/color]

The steering wheel felt comforting in her hands as she gripped it hard, twisting her hands back and forth in thought. The still car rumbled beneath her, electricity still filling in her speakers despite being parked, and expensive gas twisted its way from the exhaust pipe. Madigan reluctantly let go of the wheel, her hand snatching at the keys in her car, jerking it and yanking it from the jagged hole. The music abruptly stopped, the enchanting voice become an ugly, cutoff memory. Madigan fell backwards, her head softly hitting the headrest and she closed her eyes, pressing the phone harder against her ear.

[color=rosybrown]“You should wear the pink one, with the straight bangs.”[/color] Madigan answered and she heard her father’s boyfriend, Daniel, sigh with accompanying clanks of hangers.

[color=gray][i]“But that one makes my head look big.”[/i][/color] The Drag Queen said finally and Madigan sat up, reaching over herself and clicking the button that kept her chained to her freedom. The seatbelt slid across her body, halting when it meant resistance in the form of her arm, and she disentangled it. 

[color=rosybrown]“It’s not the wig that makes your head look big.”[/color] Madigan smirked, ramming her door open and stepping out. She was wearing greasy stained jeans and a button-up with a disgusting vest over it plus a tie (she had lost a bet with her father and the result was her poor choice in first-day-back school outfit). 

[color=gray][i]“Watch it, Diggy.”[/i][/color] Daniel jokingly muttered, his bitch voice being used. Madigan could hear him pouting his lips with his words, trying to appear more feminine as he applied his lipstick.

[color=rosybrown]“What about that brunette wig? You can layer it with the other one.”[/color] She said instead of the insult readied on her tongue. 

[color=gray][i]“Goddamnit. I dropped the back of my earring.”[/i][/color] Daniel swore and Madigan smiled, distantly she could hear the announcement on the comm and the smile dropped. Madigan ran a hand through her red hair, her face appearing momentarily exhausted.

[color=rosybrown]“I have to run. Take care of my dad for me, yeah?”[/color] Before Daniel could answer, Madigan pressed the red button, ending the call. She stuffed her smart phone into her jacket and begun to walk towards the assembly.

When she arrived, the thought crossed her mind to look for someone to sit with, but she decided that she didn’t particularly care enough and instead collapsed into a random seat. If anyone wanted to sit with her, they’d find her – she didn’t feel like making an effort today. Something loomed in the air, the feeling of herself clicking back into routine, and Madigan nearly snarled in frustration.