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[color=plum][h3]Midnight Private Academy – Assembly[/h3][/color][/center]

Madigan was impatient – always was impatient. And waiting on the shoddy bench-seat, her ass aching with the cheap hardness of it, Madigan was on the verge of pulling her hair out. She wished the headmistress would just start her speech already, but, seeing as the place was halfway empty, she doubted that she would start it anytime soon. When a minute went by – though it felt like twenty – Madigan began to shake her leg, letting it bounce up and down eagerly. All she wanted to do was get back to her dorm room and fall asleep until she had to go to school. Or maybe even attend a party, as those were pretty popular on the days back to school.

Pulling Madigan from her thoughts, her phone buzzed crazily in her pocket, vibrating her ribs. The redhead frowned, twisting slightly so she could retrieve the smartphone from her jacket. It was a text message, from her resident douchebag friend, Ethan Chevalier.

[quote]From: Chevy
 [indent]running late what am i missing?[/indent][/quote]

“Of course you’re running late.” Madigan muttered under her breath, punching in a reply with barely audible whooping sounds that the smartphone’s company seemed to favor. She clicked send, alerting Chevy of the assembly.

It was then that the headmistress began to talk and Madigan stuffed her phone into her pocket once again, staring mindlessly at the front. Though she seemed to be paying attention, Madigan let her mind roam, thinking of trivial things such as food and a nice, hot shower.

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[color=peru][h3]Midnight Private Academy – Courtyard[/h3][/color][/center]

That morning had not been a good one for Ethan Chevalier. He had driven into town the night before, but rather than stay in his dorm, Ethan decided to stay at a rundown motel in order to avoid the prison he would be subjected to tomorrow. He even went to a bar and had a couple of drinks – brought a girl to the motel and showed her a good time. However, that morning, when he woke up, she was still there. Worst yet, she had bought him breakfast and was asking him to come get coffee with her. Ethan was, of course, very much against the notion – but she [i]was[/i] and older woman with money probably and so Ethan, with the promise of free food and drink, went along with it.

At the café, the woman (whose name Ethan had forgotten) bought him some black coffee along with a donut to go along with the breakfast they had earlier. He was sitting there, enjoying his food and ignoring any attempts at conversation that the woman wielded, when a buff dude came in. Naturally, it was the woman’s husband. He started yelling at Ethan and the woman (whose name ended up being Denise, it turns out) and demanding what was going on. It ended with Ethan getting a good punch in the face. By the end of the altercation, Ethan was late and had to shoot a text message to his friend Madigan who he knew would reply without fail.

Now, he was getting out of his expensive sports car and stumbling towards the assembly, rubbing his swollen cheek. He had received Madigan’s text message earlier in the car and felt dread build up when he realized he would have to sneak into the assembly, probably. He creaked open the door and bent low to the floor, closing the door quietly behind him. He snuck down the aisles until he found Madigan, staring aimlessly into the distance. He grabbed a seat next to her and yanked on her hair to grab her attention. Madigan turned and slapped his shoulder before returning to look at the headmistress who was wrapping everything up.