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Kenzi wasn't even sure what time it was. It was a bitch sometimes, that lack of awareness, but today was just one of those days...Kenzi was at school but she wasn't exactly [i]at[/i] school. The last thing she actually remembered was fellow students getting way too ambitious about their desires for a class trip. Maybe some of them had Swiss bank accounts or rich uncles or whatever it was the popular crowd had in all those cliche situations. Kenzi didn't exactly pitch in - let the girls who gave a shit wash cars and realize how little money that actually makes. Kenzi was a girl scout once. For about three hours. In that time frame they only had four cars come in and two of them left with cracks in the windshield; but in Kenzi's defense, or so she explained to the scout leader, she didn't know the rocks in her sponge were that sharp. 

Mornings were often like that. Come in, ignore the sounds of friends being friendly and having very unrealistic and lofty goals and then just zone out until something happened. Like a test or being called to answer a problem; most days Kenzi could get away with barely paying attention, at this point the teachers knew what to expect from Kenzi though that didn't stop them from trying to make an example of her. Today was something of an exception in that when she got to her desk and leaned back a bit in the classic zoning out stance, she somehow lost track of time. It was like that old thing of not watching a pot while it's boiling or looking up at the clock in school after half an hour and learning it's been five minutes. In Kenzi's case, however, the one time she glanced up at the clock told her exactly what she needed to know. 

It had been about four hours and she hadn't done a damn thing. 

Was there a test? Homework to be turned in or assigned? A project? Shit, she didn't know. She didn't even seem to care, really, and it wasn't as if anyone was around to poke her or snap her back to reality. Her mind was elsewhere, gone, off on its own sort of adventure of wanting to be anywhere else. Some called it daydreaming but that wasn't exactly it. Kenzi wasn't dreaming, she was just...uncaring. What difference did it make if she was attentive in class anyway? Everyone, teachers and students and fucking janitors, all had their minds made up about Kenzi from the jump. If she was caught studying in class it was because she was up to something and trying to hide it, if she wasn't paying attention then it was to be expected because she's Kenzi Lin. It's hard to care about anything when the people that are supposed to inspire have already written you off as a failure doomed to flip burgers or sling dope. 

Shit, that's job security though. People need their cheap burgers and trans fats. 

Kenzi's reputation preceded her. She wondered if any of the students knew her actual G.P.A. or if they all assumed she was straddling the line between C Minus and D Plus. It didn't matter. Few of them really talked to her for any actual reason other than pretending to be cordial and once graduation rolled around it would most likely be the last she saw of any of them. Not that she was being overly negative or anything, that was just a simple fact of life. Plenty of them wouldn't get out. They'd get suckered into staying in town, marrying young because they couldn't wait to fuck on prom night behind the dumpsters or in the bathroom, and the next thing they know mom's having some skinbeast sucking her youth and beauty through a teat while dad's trying to impress a part timer at the Wal Mart staff room. That fuckin lie they feed to kids, about doing anything they can put their minds to...inspiring but hollow. No kid aspires to be a teenage bride with a baby inside but there's always one. 

It wasn't as if Kenzi breezed through the day's lesson or whatever happened, it was more that she just couldn't be assed to do much of anything. Everything was just so...muted. It was only because there was the loud sound of a locker being slammed shut that Kenzi finally snapped to the present, that her vision cleared and her hearing returned to normal. Spend long enough wafting through the haze of life and life becomes hazy. This was the locker room. Her feet didn't betray her, they knew their way around the place even if the body was millions of miles away. So...gym. Physical education, as they called it, but what was the education in running laps or suicides? The only education was learning who hated you whenever dodgeball came around. Dodgeball was as close as schools came to allowing hazing and bullying. And Kenzi was going to have no part in it. 

Presently she was sat on one of the benches in the locker room as some of the girls decided to put on a uniform because doing physical activities in three hundred dollar clothes was, like, ugh, so not happening. For a moment, Kenzi wondered if anyone in the locker room was aware of her preferences and if they assumed the locker room was like some sort of buffet for the eyes. That was the old fashioned sort of shit, wasn't it? When ignorant sorts assumed that because someone was x they must assume all x's are fuck worthy, as if an actual human being wasn't in charge of their bodies. Just more random thoughts to carry her through the day. 

Kenzi stood up and thrust her hands as deep into the pockets as they could go. She didn't give a fuck about a uniform and she gave even less of one about whatever activity was scheduled under the very flimsy umbrella that was 'physical education'. Kenzi marched, more of a stomp really, into the gymnasium proper and, not so much as glancing to the coach, marked her territory on the bleachers. 

She'd like to see someone try to remove her from them.