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Kenzi wasn't exactly a morning person, but then she challenged anyone to find a student that was. There were few constants in the world, but teenagers loving to sleep was perhaps the most honest one there was. Sleep was a luxury and it was never as long as you wanted it to be; unless of course you got sick or had a long weekend. Summer was not nearly long enough, especially since Kenzi got that job over what should've been three months of doing fuckall. The job wasn't even her idea, it was her mother's. She didn't want another summer of Kenzi laying around the house and sleeping until three in the afternoon. Mother's never seemed to understand that youth was meant to be squandered. The job was hardly exciting. Handing out shoes and spraying them when that one asshole didn't wear socks, kicking people off arcade machines when they started kicking the grab machine, and telling off people from school begging for a discount. They didn't even hang out with her at school and now they expected favors? 

Kenzi had been on shift last night and it was more of the same. The smell of shoe spray lingered still on her nostrils. Her shift went until closing, which meant extra time spent cleaning after people that couldn't finish their ten dollar nachos and four dollar draft beer...shit, it was their money being wasted. When she finally got home it was all she could do to collapse onto her bed and doze off. So of course when the alarm that was her mother yelling from downstairs blared, it had seemed like too brief a duration. She wanted to sleep. More. As she woke up and took a glance in the mirror she almost recoiled, not at the obvious bed head and tired expression, but that she had fallen asleep in the same outfit she went to work in. No wonder she smelled like cigarette smoke and polish. She dare not look at the clock, her mind wouldn't accept being woken up at any other time than 'like twenty minutes before school started'. 

Another day, another eight hours of whispers and mysterious silences as she walked past. It used to be they just whispered about things Kenzi [i]potentially[/i] did, like when the women's restroom near the science classrooms proudly displayed the principal's sexual preferences in rather crude language written in spray paint. Kenzi got an in-school detention for two weeks because of that and she hadn't even done it. But now the whispers were about the fucking talent show even though it happened so long ago. There had to be other things to discuss in the halls, but when someone winds up damn near doing a striptease and setting a stage on fire...people tend to remember. In her defense, or at least as she told the principal and PTA after the fact (because the little Freshmen were oh-so-bothered), she thought she was wearing a bra. School talent shows stifle artistic expression. They didn't care that her performance was laden with profanity, but accidentally show skin and light an effigy and it's like you broke into a home and killed the family pet. 

People were still talking about it whenever Kenzi walked past and at this point it was more annoying than anything else. And worst of all they never got the details right. "There goes Kenzi, she did a striptease" was common to her ears, as was "Kenzi? The girl who had sex on stage?" The least they could do was get it right if they were gonna talk at all. No one understands art. 

To say that Kenzi was looking forward to yet another day of hushed tones and judgmental eyes would be highly incorrect. And yet as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her person, she knew exactly what she would be getting into. After washing the smell of bowling alley remorse from her body, she dressed herself in an orange sweater - gotta get that October spirit - that was three sizes too large and blue shorts so short that they were hidden away by the sweater. Kenzi stomped her way to the kitchen where her toaster pastry was already waiting for her; mom's were good at some things after all. 

"You're wearing THAT?" But clearly fashion wasn't one of those things. Amber Lin had long since given up trying to make Kenzi wear more...regular clothing; she compromised that so long as Kenzi was actually GOING to school, she could wear whatever so long as it didn't violate the dress code. Kenzi, of course, took that to mean 'wear anything I could to skirt as dangerously close to violating the dress code as possible'. It's why almost every day she wound up coming to school looking like she wasn't wearing any pants. Today was, clearly, no exception. "The weather report says it's going to be cold."

Kenzi didn't respond, chomping down on her pastry instead. But she heard and understood the reasoning and as she left the house on her way to school, she first made sure to grab [url=http://imgur.com/7431ngn]a jacket for the journey[/url]. 

Kenzi didn't have a ride to school and she didn't enjoy slumming it on the bus with the smellies; she liked the walk from her home to the school. It was calming, the breeze outside and the means of simply...soothing her thoughts and steeling herself for the day to come. Sure, she'd like to have a ride, even just as a passenger, but genuine friends were somewhat difficult to come by. So walking it was. 

It took a good fifteen minutes, but Kenzi arrived at Westworth, stepping her way through the doors and halls until she arrived in the classroom, stomping her way towards her seat in the back. It wasn't her assigned seat, she just refused to get up on the first day and since then...it was Kenzi's seat; who was gonna argue with her? The teacher tried but eventually the threat of detention didn't matter, not when someone was there most days of the week anyway. Kenzi stopped a moment only to greet Anna in the same manner as teenagers greet anyone: a quick tilt of her head upwards; other than that, Kenzi plopped herself down in her desk and pulled an earbud into her ear. 

Who fucking cared about a class trip; knowing her she'd be dropped out before it even happened. Right now all she wanted to do was ignore people. Drowning out their whispers and words with rhymes and beats. How much longer before school wasn't mandatory. Too long. 


Too fucking long.