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[color=7FFFD4]Location:[/color] The Throne of Bleachers
[color=7FFFD4]Interacting with:[/color] Invaders to the Throne ([@smarty0114], [@Silent Observer])
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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-slaR5CZXVo]Rocks in my shoes, stones in my pockets
Lost and confused, cold and forgotten
Yeah, that’s me
I try to look alive but I’m half asleep[/url][/center]


At times like these there was only one question that Kenzi could ask herself and that was if her clothing had some sort of 'Disturb Me Please' sign on them. Maybe some cheeky fuck slapped a sign on her as she was dozing off in class earlier. She wouldn't put it past some of them. It was really the only reason she could think of why there were not one but two people approaching and speaking to her out of the blue. Kenzi doubted it was out of some sort of attempt to be friendly - for starters she barely knew either girl invading what should have been her sanctuary, and even if she did know them on a friendly level she didn't need to be constantly orbited like other classmates whose identities seemed to revolve around them never being separated from their friend. 

Boy, she really wanted to be there when those sorts of people wind up going to different colleges. 

The first uninvited visitor was some ginger, Kenzi didn't recall the name offhand but she knew enough by association to know that she always came off as more jumpy and energetic than some coke fiends doing lines off bathroom stalls. That was bad. If there was anything that was the antithesis of all Kenzi held dear, it was energy. Energy was to be used sparingly, when it mattered most. Gym class was not where it mattered. Of all the classes in the cirriculum, gym was the most pointless as far as Kenzi was concerned. Math? Important for, like, money and shit. English? Shit, people gotta talk good. History? Science? Interesting shit there. Hell even art had its merits. But gym? Out of every kid in this dumbass school, maybe two of them would go on to do anything remotely related to physical sports. What the fuck did dodgeball teach kids? How much it sucks to be hit in the face with a red rubber ball? How much people hate you? And what was the point of shit like sprints and rope climbing other than to publicly ridicule the less physically fit kids? 

Gym class was school sanctioned bullying and Kenzi was having no part of it. 

The second was unusual even to Kenzi. Who in their class didn't know about Madison even if only by reputation? Kenzi had the good sense to rarely cross paths with Madison, as Kenzi didn't exactly need to deal with frigidity until snow was on the ground, so what then would bring Madison here? Kenzi studied the girl a moment, her eyes scanning Madi like a hawk circling its skittering prey. In true fashion, after working through the words spoken by Madison, Kenzi offered first a simple shrug before softening her eyes in a rather nonchalant expression. 

[color=7FFFD4]"Ain't my problem."[/color] Kenzi spoke bluntly, her tone could not be more bored. [color=7FFFD4]"Who the fuck cares about this game anyway? Gotta be better ways for people to take balls to the face, yeah?"[/color] Kenzi was snickering at her own comment, even if no one else did. She did find herself so amusing after all. [color=7FFFD4]"You here to make me get off my ass, Mad? Shit, I just got comfy. Pull up a chair, Frecky over here and I were totally about to gossip and shit. Talk about balls. You know. Girl shit."[/color]

Though Kenzi mentioned Fifi, she barely gestured towards the other girls direction. She was far more interested in being apathetic. It was one of her only talents.