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Sitting hunched with her legs pulled up underneath her in her computer chair, Poppy was busy at working editing and uploading her most recent [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUCHPO2wiZk]video[/url] to Youtube. Most who had seen her videos thought they were on the creepy side, but she found a bit of artistic-ness in them that maybe someone could appreciate. Her hands swung up to her eyes as her palms aggressively rubbed, she hadn't slept yet, and it was to be her first day of school tomorrow. Not just any first day of school, but the first day of high school. Upstairs she could hear her mother starting to wake, whatever that entailed would be left a mystery. The basement had been made into a bit of place of solitude for Poppy. A computer area for all of her video making needs, a bedroom for sleeping, and a small living room area for disappearing into the world of reality television and Disney movies.

[b]"Poppy."[/b] a tired voice called from the top of the stairs, as the girl scrambled to shut off the monitor of the computer and get from the chair to her bedroom as quickly and quietly as one could. Her mother continued to walk down the stairs, making no effort to remain quiet. Poppy threw the covers over her head, pretending she had been asleep in her bed for the most of the night. Within seconds a hand was placed on her arm. [b]"First day of school, you better get up."[/b] her mother said, as Poppy turned her head and nodded slightly. [color=bd93a9][i]"Oh okay."[/i][/color] she said in a soft voice, turning back around to face the wall until her mother left the room. As the click of the door was heard, Poppy let out a sigh in exhaustion. She was excited for her first day, but couldn't help but be a bit on the nervous side too. This was a whole new world. High school was supposed to be some of the best parts of your life they said, and she was hoping she would be part of that.

After about an hour of lying around thinking, Poppy eventually rose from her bed and began doing her morning activities of getting ready. She was a very tidy person in that sense, finding peace in doing her makeup and hair just right. After doing everything she felt needed to be ready, she walked upstairs to be met with her mother drinking a coffee and doing something on her laptop. Poppy didn't speak much, making herself a basic bagel with cream cheese on it, and pouring herself her own cup of coffee- with cream and lots of sugar. The two sat quietly with one another and left one another without a word either. 

Poppy, without having her driver's license yet began the long, quiet walk to school. She arrived after about 30 minutes, and walked right into the school doors. The nerves only hit her as the sea of people came into view. Attractive people littered the area, all belonging here. Scurrying to her assigned locker, Poppy worked the dial over twenty times as she practiced her combination as if she had just arrived there.