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Tyler stared at her ceiling, a sensation of doom pressing down on her shoulder blades, keeping her glued to her bed. Just a little longer . . . her mind was blank and despite her slight anxiety for beginning Junior year, she also felt strangely calm. That was always in her nature, being relaxed and reserved, even a situation such as the first day of school. The girl took a deep breath, sitting up straight as she leaned back, stretching her lower back. Back problems were exceeding common in her family genes.

She would dress quickly and grab her guitar case which would lie next to her bedroom door. She would continue her way downstairs carrying it, quietly, carefully and without waking her drunk mother. It was a usual routine, the only unusual part was that Jack, her older brother, was no longer there. Today would've been the beginning of his Senior year, but he just ran off with his boyfriend instead. Leaving her alone . . 

[i]She hated her brother.[/i]

Not particularly in the mood to eat, Tyler decided on the idea of eating at school. Coming from a low income family, she had reduced lunch and there was something tasteful about the bagels made at school, despite how stale they would become -- that was usually during the middle of the school year, though. 

Tyler opened the front door, closing it quietly. She had her headphones in and Matchbox 20 blasting in the background. Approaching the bus stop, she always got strange looks while she stood there. People would rumor her as a serial killer from her silence, a lesbian from her haircut and a loner from her behavior. Some thought that she lacked a voice box, considering she didn't speak. Oh, she spoke. They just never cared to listen to hear her. 

[i]And that was fine with her.[/i]

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