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[h1][color=ed1c24]Lilac Diana Rider[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Locations: Mr. Samson's Bakery, Arrowsmith High School
Interactions: None[/center]
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[color=0072bc]"Meeeeooooow!"[/color] 

Lilac stirred slightly as she heard the loud sound come from from something on top of her chest. She then felt something flicking across her nose. 

[color=0072bc]"Meeeeeeeeeooooooooooow!!"[/color] She heard again, this time louder and more drawn out, once again accompanied by the furry feeling of something brushing her face. Finally, she opened her eyes, and was greeted by the sight of a cat butt, whose tail was brushing against her face. [color=0072bc]"Meow!!!"[/color] the cat purred, turning around and rubbing it's face against Lilac's. It jumped off, though, as soon as Lilac made movements indicating she was getting up. She slid out of her blankets, before pulling her legs off the side so she was in a sitting position. She shot a glance at the clock on her wall, whose hour hand was on the 6 and whose minute hand was on the 3. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes and hopped out of the bed. She walked a few steps to her dresser, opening each of the drawers and getting all the clothing she needed: a black T-shirt, blue jeans, plain white undergarments, white socks, and her favorite black hoodie. And then she went to the bathroom. She came out about fifteen minutes later in her clothes with her hair wet, ready for her first day of school. She went into the kitchen and found both her parents packing baked goods into boxes. 

[color=fff200]"Lilac, you're up!"[/color] her mother said, a big smile on her face. [color=fff200]"Your father and I took the liberty of making some treats for you to sell at the carnival your school is having!"[/color] As she spoke, Lilac grabbed a chocolate chip muffin that was on one of the counters and bit into it. It was still warm. 

[color=ed1c24]"...Okay..."[/color] Lilac said, before taking another bite of the muffin. After a few more bites, there was nothing left but a little melted chocolate on her hands, which she proceeded to wipe onto her pants. Her father then hoisted up one of the boxes and exited the kitchen. Lilac picked up a box of her own and followed her father out of the bakery and to a white van, which already had a few boxes in the back of it. After a few more trips back and forth, Lilac's father declared that they had enough and slid into the driver's seat while Lilac took her place in the passenger's seat. They were about to leave when Mrs. Rider came running out of the bakery with a black backpack in her hand.

[color=fff200]"Lilac, honey, you forgot your backpack!"[/color] she yelled as she ran up to the van. Lilac opened the window and grabbed it, giving her mother a quiet kiss on the cheek as a show of thanks. Lilac saw no reason to tell her mother that the only thing in the bag was her boxing gloves, so she remained silent. As she drove away in the van, Lilac heard her mother yell, [color=fff200]" I love you!"[/color]

Within a few minutes, Lilac and her dad pulled into the school's parking lot. They made a few trips to their booth, carrying a few boxes at a time. By the time they were all done, it was 7:30. Her father gave her a quick peck on the forehead, before pulling a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket. [color=f7941d]"Don't forget to wear these. While your mother and I find your glare charming, the customers may not."[/color] he said. Lilac took the glasses, and her father gave her one last hug. [color=f7941d]"I love you."[/color] he said. He then turned to leave, and as he left, he made one last comment: [color=f7941d]"And don't kick your school year off with a fight, okay?"[/color] Then he was gone, and Lilac was all alone.

About 30 minutes later, Lilac heard, from on her stool in her family's booth (which had the bakery's name printed on a big sign in front of it), a loud voice, which delivered a speech. She assumed it was the principal or someone equally important, so she put on the sunglasses and put on a big smile, one which, at best, looked forced. Had it not been for the sunglasses, it would have also looked intimating at least. Though she could not see the person speaking, she could hear them, so when they started calling out names of grades, she began getting ready to start taking money and giving pastries.