[h3][color=#C198D6]Alex Rodriguez[/color][/h3]
September 5th, 1969.
0810 HRS

Alejandra's brown eyes traveled to the inside of the counselor's office. She noticed the face of one of the underclassmen and raised her brow inquisitively, wondering why would he be helping the lazy and obnoxiously chatty counselor. Nick's voice shook her out of her line of internal questioning and, looking at him, she listened to what he had to say.

The young woman rolled her eyes at the taller one of the two and clicked her tongue. Giving him a nod, she took a step forward and watched him walk inside the office. [color=#C198D6]"I'll bring popcorn."[/color] She said, jokingly, before he was too far away. She leaned against the wall and hummed a song to herself while she waited for her turn to enter the office. 

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0812 HRS

Taking several steps, she found herself in front of the infamous counselor and the guy helping him. She had winked at Nick as they passed by each other before the hazel eyes of the blonde fellow and her own brown orbs meet. Alex was pretty darn sure that her eyes held the ever growing question of [i]why[/i] but, the curt voice of the young man she had seen just a several counted times throughout the school's halls was enough to make her keep her tongue in check and actually voice her inquiries. He had asked for her name and she provided it. [color=#C198D6]"Alejandra Rodriguez".[/color] She said fluently, her Spanish accent thickening much more rather than it actually was whenever she spoke English. 

She was given her papers and that was enough to tear a smile off of her. [color=#C198D6]"Thank you, sweetie."[/color] Long locks moved as her head was tilted to the side. [color=#C198D6]"What's your name?"[/color] The Mexican senior asked politely, the corner of her lips rounding up into a small grin. Her attention was taken away from the [i]kid[/i] and placed upon the counselor. He began asking her in a friendly manner how her summer had been and a lot of annoying pleasantries. She replied curtly to every question he made and when finally, Alejandra had enough, she excused herself from both people filling the room and walked out of it. 

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0900 HRS

After wandering from her locker to her classroom, heading to the auditorium was nothing more than a terrible, terrible experience, especially when, as a senior, one gets to know the different reasons why the principal would assemble everyone in the auditorium. The main one happened every first few days into the new year of school and it just meant sitting on your ass for two or more hours hearing the words of an old man who looked triumphant over his VP's pathetic existence. Alejandra decided to take a seat by the middle section of seats on the far end of the row, already scheming her escape route for when it was going to be needed. 

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1040 HRS

Alex didn't know if she should cry, laugh, cringe or barf. That speech had given her physical pain. It was sad, really. That man would most likely become their next chief in command and he was so [i]bad[/i] at his job as a VP, she couldn't imagine what shitshow he would make out of the position of principal.

That speech had been so bad that she had to look away, defeated by the sight of a middle aged man being a total waste of space and oxygen and just making such a fact much more clearer for everyone in the room. The way laughter erupted from many made her turn back to the stage and catch, just barely, the moment when Jones actually crashed against the chairs as if they had magically appeared in his way. They had come down to hit the cold, hard floor while he kept staggering towards the side of the stage, out of the sight of the many pair of eyes that were watching him. 

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1050 HRS

Not being able to stomach much more from the absolute ridiculousness that this assembly became, Rodriguez stood up, calmly walked to the back door. One of her teachers asked what her business was outside of the auditorium when the assembly was still in motion and Alex held back a grin that threaten to spread. God bless this strange gift that she had discovered she had because fooling this one specifically without it would had been tough as balls. Concentrating, she began shifting the teacher's reality slightly, making a trail of blood appear on her thighs. Her face immediately became a mask of distress and absolute horror. 

Looking around, Alejandra moved her hands down to try and cover her legs but intentionally failing miserably. [color=#C198D6]"I'm so sorry but I really need to go to the bathroom."[/color] As expected, the male hadn't quite caught on and simply shook his head at her, telling her to hold it in. The dark haired senior lowered her eyes to the [i]bloody[/i] spot she had been doing an awful job at covering and back up to the man who had followed her big eyes' movements. Realization hit the man's face and, oh my god, she wished she could picture his face at that exact second. Being the graphic depiction of what being mortified would be, he immediately moved aside and hurriedly pushed Alex out of the room. 

Satisfied, as soon as the doors closed behind her, the immigrant tried to [i]finish[/i], in a way, the shit he had done on the teacher and, after a few beats passed, she decided if it was gone and out of his mind, then good but if it wasn't well, he wasn't going to exactly be seeing her soon. Alex walked towards an exit only some students knew of and neglecting faculty staff. She wondered if she will get to see Nick perfecting his craft.