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[hr][hr][color=saddlebrown]Dᴀᴛᴇ: Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, Tᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ 8ᴛʜ.[/color]
[color=saddlebrown]Location:[/color] Home -- Homeroom
[color=saddlebrown]Interacting with:[/color] [color=blue]Nathan([@MechonRaptor])[/color] and the class.
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[color=gold]Beep! Beep! Beep![/color]

There were chirps. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at the pale-white ceiling. She waited for a moment, expecting an onslaught of annoying noise from her neighbor's family to hit her then and there; The two younger children of the family raised arguments on who uses the bathroom first, and the loud fizz of the kitchen stove as Mrs. Lottie made breakfast. But then, she noticed something strange. She didn't hear anything. Her eyes glanced at the bedroom door, trying to pick out movement through the cracks. There were no shadows. No anything. It was in that moment that she finally realized where and when she was; In her Aunt's small apartment in Arrowsmith, South Dakota. Today was her official first day of high school. She was no longer in Brooklyn, New York. She had not spent the night at her neighbor's house, as she had done countless times before, when she was younger. Her mind was still fuzzy, the last remnants of a wonderful dream being chased away by the realization that she was awake again. It was a nice dream, an old memory from when she was eleven years old and spending time with her mother, but the details were fading fast even as she tried to recall them.

After taking a deep breath and wiping the "sleepies" from her eyes, Ebony sat up in bed and stretched, hitting the [i]off[/i] button on her alarm clock. Considering how she'd taken a shower the night before, it didn't take her long to get dressed and fix her hair. She'd decided to go bare faced that day, only smoothing down her eyebrows with gel and applying light brown lip gloss on her lips. She took one last look in her bathroom mirror before heading down the hall towards the kitchen. As usual, her Cousin had left earlier to go to his morning classes, and her Aunt was still at work. The fridge was now full; Ebony had gone grocery shopping right after the carnival. She was surprised, though, when she peeked into the microwave to see a paper plate wrapped in aluminum foil, a sticky note stuck to the top.

[color=gray][i]We had a potluck at work yesterday,[/i][/color] it read, [color=gray][i]so I made sure to save you some! Good luck on your first day.[/i][/color]

It had been signed by her Aunt. Smiling to herself, she lifted the foil to find two fried chicken wings, a scoop of macaroni, and two slices of lemon pound cake. She made a mental note to thank her Aunt when she she got home, and dug in. By the time she'd finished, it was half past six. She'd decided to start walking at six-thirty since school started at seven. It only took her about fifteen minutes to get to school, so she knew that she would have a little extra time to wander the halls, trying to find her way around. On her walk around the school, she saw a few familiar faces, throwing a smile in their direction. As usual, she had her camera hanging around her neck, and snapped a few pictures along the way. Some gave her odd looks, but she ignored them. When she'd finally circled around and made her way back to homeroom, there were still a few minutes to spare. The teacher, Mrs. Wayne, was greeting everyone at the door. After muttering a quick [color=saddlebrown]"Hello,"[/color] Ebony made her way in the classroom. She saw her friend, Poetry, sitting in her seat at the center of the room, so she gave her a small wave before she chose a seat in the very back of the classroom. This made it a little easier to take power naps or just simply doodle without being caught by the teacher. She watched with sleepy eyes as the other students began to pile into the room and take their seats. Then, she watched as the teacher spoke and passed out sheets of construction paper.

Ebony did as instructed, folding one paper in half and writing her name in bold, blocky letters. Using her markers, she outlined the letters in orange and drew a few small stars around the edge of the name tag. "With the other paper I have given you," the teacher said, "I want you to crumple it up, rip it, stomp on it if you want!"

With a raised eyebrow, Ebony ripped her paper into four pieces before crumpling them together and sitting the pile of mess back on her desk. She already knew where the teacher was going with this exercise, so she just nodded and tapped her fingers on the desk as she explained. Moving on to the next "game," Ebony sighed as a boy by the name of Nathan made his way to the front of the classroom. As much as she liked learning things about others, she wasn't too excited about the thought of herself having to speak in front of the entire class. After the boy spoke, Ebony watched as Poetry raised her hand and guessed that the boy's lie was that he was a swimmer. Raising her eyebrow again, Ebony looked the boy up and down. He was only a couple of inches taller than she was, and he was muscular and sturdy looking. She decided that, for that reason, maybe he [i]was[/i] a swimmer. She came to the conclusion that his lie was that he wasn't much of a singer, but decided against raising her hand, and instead waiting for someone else to guess.