[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/s013lph2n/image.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Once Lance left, Guin gave up all pretenses of even trying to work on her homework. She left it on the counter, taking her music with her as she walked to her room. She paused in the hallway for a moment, pressing a few buttons on one of J.A.R.V.I.S.' interfaces, followed up by typing in a manual override. To all security cameras, her room would be looped with footage she had taken a few days ago for just such an occasion - her, lying in her bed, just listening to her walkman. 

	Entering her room, Guin locked the door and set her walkman aside. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through Spotify until she found the playlist she was looking for. She didn't like to listen to modern music on her walkman. It felt sacrilegious to do so. She plugged her headphones into her phone, tucking her phone in her pocket before she climbed on top of her dresser. Pulling out a screwdriver that she kept for these occasions, Guin dismantled the vent cover, pulling it off and grabbing her stash. She smiled weakly at it, her hands still twitching. 

	Grabbing a few pills from the bag, she put the stash back in the vents and replaced the cover. She sat cross legged on top of the dresser, just staring at the pills. Her body was shaking lightly with need. Slowly, she raised her hand to her mouth, tilting it slightly so the pills would fall back.  

	[color=#cc33ff]"No...I can't do this..."[/color] Guin whispered, before hopping down from the dresser. Her entire body was trembling as she walked into her ensuite and flushed the pills down the drain, a single tear sliding down her face. [hr][center][youtube]https://youtu.be/EFg2booUBKA[/youtube][/center][hr]	The next morning was a Friday, universally agreed to be the best day of the week. At MidTown Tech, Fridays were shortened slightly, with school ending two hours early in order to allow the teachers a chance to get a head start on grading before the weekend. When Guin woke up that morning, she spent a good ten minutes in bed debating as to whether or not she should just skip class. She hadn't gotten much sleep that night. She had tried playing Just Dance against J.A.R.V.I.S. around 3 AM, since she couldn't sleep, but the A.I. was worse than Lance was at the game. 

	She arrived to class on time that day, dark shadows under her eyes. She didn't argue with the teacher this time, just sketching in her notepad.