[COLOR=darkred][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]T a v i a  W o n g[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]The First Day of Class | [i]Mather Memorial High School[/i][/sup][/INDENT]
She'd set an alarm the previous night for half an hour before school started even though she lived an hour away because it wasn't like she wouldn't make it. It was useless though because Tavia had actually woken up half an hour before dawn because her bratty older brother decided to trumpet his fat mouth in her ear. She had flailed awake and punched him right on the nose (on accident) before screaming at him and punching him in the stomach (on purpose). After he left, she'd burrowed back under the covers because she still had two bloody hours before she had to get ready.

When she finally woke up again, only half an hour had passed. She wasn't going to go back to sleep any time soon. Flinging off her sheets, she grumbled as she stomped her way through her morning routine. She clambered through the mirror in the bathroom into the plain to head downstairs. Every few meters was a reasonably large mirror to help her move around. Stepping out from the standing mirror in the corner of the dining room, Tavia scowled at Vincent as he cheerily ate his breakfast. He winked at her and hummed. The bastard. She sat down across from him and glared for a good, solid minute as she waited for her other brother (the good twin) to hand over her breakfast.

Damien passed her a plate and a glass of orange juice, apologetically. She ate quickly and said nothing. When she got up to leave, Vincent chirped ([i]actually[/i] chirped, this was why she didn't like him), "Last year of school, don't go failing us now!"

Damien rolled his eyes. "You'll be fine," he said, "but try and get your grades up, will you?"

[color=salmon]"I'm a quality student, shut up,"[/color] said she, the C average student, to her valedictorian brother and his high school drop out twin. She disappeared into the mirror and holed up in her room until she had to leave. (She decided that figuring out her outfit was the easiest part of the day, as she pointed at a white blouse and a black skirt and a pair of open-toed red heels and big red sunglasses without thinking too much about her choices.)

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In the girls bathroom next to the auditorium, Tavia teetered precariously on the edge of the sink as she stepped out of the mirror. Thankfully, it was the disabled toilet stall and no one was inside. Nearly slipping, she jumped down. Running her fingers though her hair and smoothing out her skirt, she washed her hands before heading out. From the looks of it, she'd just miss the welcome assembly. Oh well. She supposed she would have to thank Vince for helping her map out the way to school after she got back from Paris. Schedule in hand, she wandered towards class, bumping into Brynn. They made small talk and ended up late. As Brynn gave them an excuse, Tavia smiled slightly in the background. [i][color=salmon]I'll probably thank her later for this. The Paris camp, too.[/color][/i] As history started, she doodled on her schedule. The only interesting thing about the first day would be figuring out why she was in this new Social Conscience program.

As the day progressed, Tavia asked around about it and all she got was "Mr. Lehrer, hot bald guy" and "study group," two things she didn't care about. Maybe she could ask about dropping it since the class sounded like a waste of time. And when her heels clicked up the dustry stairs and through the little used top floor, all she wanted to do was get the day over with.

She sat down, getting out her scribble-covered schedule and continued doodling even as class started. Lehrer didn't seem like a bad guy, but philosophy didn't seem necessary for a study group. When a couple of students answered his question, she sighed and raised her own hand before saying in a clear voice, [color=salmon]"Sorry, Mr. Lehrer, but I just want to say that [i]I'm[/i] a girl who doesn't want a study group, thinks this class isn't the right fit for her, and should really be getting to dance practice."[/color]

Even though she said this, she made no move to get up. Tavia wasn't the best student, but she'd wait until he gave her permission to leave the room at least. Her tone was bored but polite so he really didn't have much reason to get annoyed with her.