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[indent][b][color=94C99D]“Good morning, Aya-chan.”[/color][/b] Nahanohara Aya muttered in monotone.

The Japanese teenager looked straight forward, the long strands of hair covering the majority of her face, her dead cerulean eyes looking back at her from the other side of the mirror; like another person entirely, and that person was never happy. 

She moved her hand to her head, with a quiet sigh left her lips. Not that she was trying to be quiet. She lived alone. It was one of the main reasons that her mood was always so dour when she woke up to face the day. As confident and hard-working as she was, sometimes she just hoped her father would come home one day and tell her he got a job in the city, close enough where he didn’t have to travel all the time and pretty much exclusively talk through a web camera or phone. She knew he loved the work he did and she respected it, understood it, but it didn’t stop the desire for things to be different. 

Perhaps it would’ve been different if her mother hadn’t gotten killed in a car accident all those years ago? Perhaps she would have a [i]family[/i] and not the emptiness that she got as a consolation prize. 

[b][color=94C99D]“You shouldn’t think like that, Aya-chan. Pretty girls should always smile.”[/color][/b] She uttered, thinking out loud. It sounded like something one of the stupid boys would say at school. Tch. [i]As if.[/i]

After brushing her hair and getting dressed Aya prepared breakfast as she always had for the last several years of living ‘mostly alone’. The only good thing she got out of the early mornings was the fact that she could put on her favorite Tricot record on the household stereo and try to escape. Even if it was only escaping for a [i]brief[/i] moment in time. It was probably the only thing that got her motivated in the mornings and ready for the day ahead.

When food was handled, dishes were put away, and lunch was prepared she left. Perhaps it was early for most students – but Aya was probably one of the very few members of her class that actually had to be 100% self-oriented. She didn’t have an older sister to look after her, parents to wake her if she slept through an alarm, or close treasured childhood friend to make sure she was okay. She wished it wasn’t like the way it was, but she couldn’t change the fact her dad worked overseas and her mother had been dead since she was nine years old. Nobody could change that. The best thing she could do was give everything one hundred percent and do right by her mother’s memory; it was the reason she had joined the girl’s baseball club at her high school, after all.

[i][color=94C99D]It’s a new year. Hopefully it’ll suck less than last year.[/color][/i][/indent]