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[color=6677aa][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Hamasaki Residence down Whisper Drive -> Westworth High
[color=6677aa][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] The Door to English Class[/center][hr]Like all Monday mornings, Kieran woke up with a thumping head and a dry throat. Sunday gigs in Denver were among the best in his schedule, but the dread of the way back plus the morning after were just the absolute worst. With half-blind eyes, he looked around and to his bedside. The clock read 8:20 AM, which meant that as always, he was late for school. Fucking hell, why did he even bother? This year would most likely end badly for Kieran as with the previous three years. But the man has never been known for giving up, only persevering. That was his way.

Rising from the bed, Kieran stumbled over to the bathroom and made himself at least presentable and hygienic. He put on the so-called 'outfit of the day' being a black hoodie, his favorite pair of jeans and a pair of greenish military-style boots. He looked like a junkie, to be quite honest. After washing up, Key headed down for some breakfast. He checked the fridge for anything edible. [i]Let's see here...[/i]Bruised bananas, last week's Chinese takeout, a block of drywall, a dead cockroach or two....ah, there was some OJ and a half-eaten plate of scrambled eggs. Dad must have left it for him before heading off for work. That man was too good for him.

By the time Kieran left house, it was with a relatively full stomach, an unrelenting headache and a desire to crash back to bed. Westworth High was in comfortable walking distance, though it might as well have been miles away. The cold air did his throat no favors and every step felt like drudging to molasses. Man, why did afterparties even exist if all it begot was biblical levels of hangover?

Like how Moses eventually led the Jews from Egypt to Israel, Kieran eventually arrived in the halls of Westworth High. Aside from the odd student rushing for the bathroom, there was no one there besides him. Now should be the time for English class so that wwas his destination. Once there, he tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. No matter how much he pulled, it wouldn't open (never mind how it was supposed to be pulled to open)! Fucking piece of shit school and their piece of shit doors that couldn't even function properly. There was only one solution to this.

Kieran let loose a rough, draconic shout to pump himself up before boldly kicking open the door, making it hang precariously on the hinges. Barbaric of him, sure, but it worked. For an odd moment, he saw the classroom stunned in silence. How could they not be, kicking down a door was loud. And he himself must have looked some sort of monster- Vanderfield would likely compare him to a dragon or an Orc or some shit-, angrily barging in with a roar. He calmed down some, if so the class could go about as normal. See, Kieran cared!  

[color=6677aa][b]"The, um, door was broken,"[/b][/color] Kieran muttered sheepishly, as if he didn't just break in like a SWAT team. [color=6677aa][b]"Sorry for the mess."[/b][/color] With no other things to say, he didn't wait to be told to sit and sat down in one of the few remaining empty seats. He tried to see what he had missed. There was a set of group names being projected. Couldn't quite see it clearly, though he did see his name on the first group along with some others. 'Unrequited Love and Infatuation'? Not a wise choice of placement. Kieran neither understood love nor thought kindly of it.

Then again, he didn't actually know what he was supposed to do with the words Unrequited Love and Infatuation. Maybe he would be tasked with deconstructing it and talking shit about it. Yeah, he would pass that for sure.