[center][h3][color=pink]Delilah Wells[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Demigod Apartment Building
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b]Vivian Annabelle Corette [@Altered Tundra][/center][hr][hr]
Unlike most students, Delilah was excited to be going back to school again. She was going to be with her friends, most of the teachers were nice, and there were going to be more opportunities to meet new people and make even more friends! Last night, she made sure to sleep early so that she would wake up early and be able to get ready. She wanted to make a good first impression on everyone and it was important to start off the school year strong, academically and aesthetically. 

She got out of bed slowly, taking in the sun's light and enjoying its warmth for a while. Her blanket was wrapped around her all snug and for a moment she did not want to get out. But then she remembered what day it was and then jumped out of bed. Her long brown hair was all messy; even she was not immune to bedhead. She stretched, taking a deep breath that filled her lungs with fresh air. There was something about this place that made the air more delicious, and Delilah still enjoyed the taste of it every morning. She then walked over to the bathroom and did her morning routine of showering, brushing her teeth, and other things. 

Delilah, with a towel wrapped around herself, went back to her bedroom to decide on what to wear. After a long period of trying on clothes, she decided to wear a sweet yellow sundress which she paired off with a sunflower hair clip. [color=pink][i]"Yellow is a good color to wear. It's happy, cheerful, and stands out just enough,"[/i][/color] she thought as she admired her appearance in the mirror. 

For the final touch, she decided to put on just a bit of mascara to bring out her eyes and some lip gloss that tasted like candy. 

She was about done when she heard her phone vibrate. Quickly, she grabbed it from her desk and saw that she got a text from Vi. 

[center][color=pink][b]To Vivian
From: Delilah
Sounds great, darling! See you soon.[/b][/color][/center]

After texting Vi back, she hurried to pack up all of her stuff, making sure she did not forget anything. She also grabbed two muffins from the pantry, just in case Vi wanted some and put them in the toaster oven to warm them up. Relieved that she was able to get ready before Vivian arrived, she sat down on the couch waiting for her friend to come over so they can walk to school.
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[center][h3][color=skyblue]Zeke Carter[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Home
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Stella Mcguire [@HushedWhispers][/center][hr][hr]
Zeke was not a morning person nor did he look forward to going to school. He had already hit the snooze button about three times when his phone went off. He groaned, half-tempted to ignore it, but forced himself to shift over so he can reach his phone on his nightstand. Groggily, he checked his notification and saw that his older sister, Stella, had texted him, offering to give him a ride. Well, he did need a way to get there, and she was rich and all with her own chauffeur, which was cool. But that would mean he would have to get up now, and did he really want to do that? 

Yup, he had to. He rolled out of bed, landing on the cold, wooden floors. He shivered slightly as the cool ground touched his bare chest. He pushed himself up, and before taking a shower and what not, he texted his sister back.
[center][color=skyblue][b]To Stella
From: Zeke
Hey sis, that would be great. Thanks![/b][/color][/center]

After taking a shower, he was starting to feel more awake and energized. He put on a simple white t-shirt and jeans, not needing to impress anyone. He was Zeus' son, after all. Samson was probably going to be there in about ten minutes, which gave him enough time to make some toast. While he waited for the toast to finish, he got back on the ground and began to do sit-ups. He had to maintain his good shape and six pack. By the time the what was bread but now was toast had popped out of the toaster, he had managed to do 500 sit-ups. Somewhat satisfied with himself, he made a mental goal to try to do 600 next time and began to butter his toast. Then he poured himself a glass orange juice to go with it. 

He ate quickly, realizing it was not enough for him so he decided to eat a banana as well. Potassium! He began to pack his stuff for school, but most likely forgot things. Oh well. He then checked his phone for any messages, but nothing yet. He decided to do some push-ups until his sister and her driver arrived to pick him up.