[h3][color=#C198D6]Alex Rodriguez[/color][/h3]
September 5th, 1969.
0750 HRS

[color=#C198D6]"[i]Mama, apurate[/i]."[/color], a feminine voice deadpanned through gritted teeth. Her hazel eyes analysed the streets as her mother, Grecia, drove maniacally to school. They had been late out of their home thanks to her brother, Rodrigo. He had hid her bras all throughout the house the night before while she had been sleeping. His stupid shenanigans had left Alejandra without any kind of breast protection which was a thing she was definitely not up for while on school grounds. After several insults thrown at each other, her mother had intervened and politely asked the teenager to give the pieces of undergarment back to her very annoyed sister. 

The older woman eyed the oldest of her children and gave a sigh. Now, in front of the high school, the car vibrated under them, patiently waiting to be driven back home. Alex turned to her mom and a smile tore through her features as she had found the woman looking at her with a raised eyebrow. [color=#FFFF00]"Never talk to me like that again, [i]mija[/i]."[/color] She warned before leaning in and giving her daughter a quick hug. [color=#FFFF00]"[i]Exito[/i]."[/color] Alejandra nodded and, grabbing her backpack she climbed out of the vehicle and walked towards the main entrance. 

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0800 HRS

Walking into the school, the Mexican young woman passed the "competent" guard the school could afford to have and, looking Ethan's way, she gave him a wry grin. [color=#C198D6]"Hello there, guard sir."[/color] She drawled out, snorting at the cautious looks some freshmen were giving the man as they strolled by. [color=#C198D6]"Intimidating as ever, I see."[/color] Sarcasm dripped from her voice before her hand moved up to her forehead and was posed in a salute. She mouthed '[i]bye bye[/i]'to the security officer before making her way to her locker which, fortunately was not that far away from the first few halls.

Opening her locker, some notes greeted her with bills attached to them. Alejandra smiled, took the bills and placed them inside her wallet. Payment so early on the semester meant so many good things. Her hands moved swiftly through the locker's contents; books, folders labelled "homeworks" with stray papers inside, one of two lipsticks and some other stuff she used regularly while in school grounds. Closing her locker after collecting her stuff. Her eyes fell on the branching halls and she could hear a distinctive voice from not that far away. Fucking Chester Jones was at it again. Moving her gaze to her wristband, Alex simply rolled her eyes. It was so early for anyone to be dealing with that man. She huffed and began her journey to the counselor's office, hoping and wishing to [i]Dios[/i] to not run into the horrid VP.

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0805 HRS

Turning the last corner that separated her from the so awaited meeting she had been called for a day before, Rodriguez groaned to herself as she seized up the long ass line of awaiting students. A few familiar faces here and there but said line was mostly made out of fresh new baby faces which she of course knew nothing about. Resigning she walked to the back of the line, greeting a few of her classmates and clients with a polite smile before getting to her spot and leaning on her right foot, hip popping to the side while her arms crossed over her breasts. The line moved from time to time and she could only hope for something to distract her while this eternal shitshow continued.