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[sub]Location: The Jones' Residence ---> BHHS Parking Lot ---> BHHS Rooftop[/sub][/center][hr][hr]The incessant and never-ending ringing of an alarm woke Topher from his slumber. It was early, [i]too[/i] early to be clamoring out of bed, and yet, he was. In Toph's opinion, the Winter break had been cut too short and he needed at least another week to pull himself together and get back into school-mode. Running a hand through his chocolate brown hair, Topher stumbled over to the bathroom and turned on the shower as hot as it could go. After all, there was an abundance of hot water in the tanks due to the fact that his parents hadn't been home in days. Or at least that what it seemed like.

Peeling off the clothes he had worn the night before (he hadn't bothered to change into pajamas), Topher hopped into the shower, letting the boiling hot water and steam cleanse his body and mind. It seemed like he stood under the stream of water forever, letting the pressure hit his back and his chest while his mind grew blank. With no incessant thoughts running through his brain, he could just breathe for once. Toph flipped off the faucet and grabbed his towel. 

After pulling on a new set of clothes, including his signature leather jacket, the boy made his way downstairs to the kitchen, where- surprise, surprise- he found himself on his own. Walking over to the fridge, he pulled out a carton of orange juice and drank straight from the spout, not bothering to get a glass. Besides, he was the only one who drank it.

[color=mediumseagreen][b]“Christopher, what have I told you about drinking straight from the container? You’re going to get someone sick.”[/b][/color] He mimicked in a higher pitched voice what he imagined his mother might say regarding the habit. [color=mediumseagreen][b]“Sorry mom, it won’t happen again.”[/b][/color] Returning the carton to the fridge, he grabbed his guitar case and made his way out the front door, locking it behind him (even though he[i] knew[/i] that no one would come in after him). 

Hopping onto his sleek black motorcycle, Topher begrudgingly started making his way to BHHS. At this point, he could’ve just dropped out if he wanted, since no one would notice if he was gone, but if he wasn’t going to college, he knew it was kind of important to get at least a high school diploma. Pulling into the parking lot next to a gaggle of girls, Toph revved the engine for dramatic effect before turning off the ignition and stepping off of the bike. 

[color=mediumseagreen][b]“Ladies,”[/b][/color] He nodded to them, like a cowboy would tip his hat, and swaggered into the school, listening to the giggles and chatter that followed.

Although he was [i]supposed[/i] to be in homeroom, Toph had made the executive decision at the beginning of the year to only go once a week- and that day was not today. Walking right past Ms. Winship’s room he made his way over to the stairwell, flinging open the door with no hesitation, and climbing up the stairs to the [url=http://washingtonhighschoolpdx.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/roof-deck-1-e1432235406777.jpg]roof[/url]. Perching himself directly against the fenced barrier, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it with his Zippo. 

Today was going to be a [i]long[/i] day.