[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/9A59ZwXC0AHIdzuPBg/giphy.gif[/img][/center] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180722/3c3b949310e53fb25935ebea1389aff5.png[/img][/center] [center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lL1TbMAPbF0]Waking from a strange dream Spinning cause you had too much last night No communication, Wondering if you’ll ever feel alright.[/url][/center] [center]_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/center] [i]5:30am - Awaken to the alarm 5:45am - Exercize and practice dance 6:30am - Shower 6:45am - Brush teeth and hair 6:55am - Get dressed 7:10am - Eat breakfast 7:30am - Get to school[/i] It was the same schedule she'd had since she was a child when it came to school. She followed it religiously and was hard-pressed to do anything else come the morning. When Bea came down for breakfast Papa Elliott was putting out her usual cereal and milk. [color=E0633C][b]"Morning,"[/b][/color] she said softly. Papa Ro was reading a newspaper and sipping coffee. He glanced up at her and his face brightened into a smile. [color=f7976a][b]"Mornin'"[/b][/color] Elliott greeted, the tired sulking his shoulders and forcing an overly large yawn. He was not a morning person, unlike his husband and their child. He blamed Bea's ability to wake up well before the sun on Roland. After all, he was the one who had kept her schedule growing up. If only there weren't two cheerful faces looking at him. Well, one astoundingly handsome and cheerful face and one that looked as if she were sitting through a lecture on molecular cell biology. Knowing his girl though, he knew her to be quite happy right now. Damn excited even. [color=f6989d][b]"Good morning my little Bumble Bea."[/b][/color] Roland lowered the paper as she kissed his cheek. Elliot tapped the spoon and bowl beside the cereal. [color=f7976a][b] "Come eat before you run out of time. Dad and I are going to take you to school."[/b][/color] Beatrice poured out her bowl, filling to the exact height she always did. And the same with the milk. She began to eat hurriedly. [color=E0633C][b]"You know I can just drive myself,"[/b] [/color]she said blandly. [color=f7976a][b]"We know, but this may be the last time we ever have this chance,"[/b][/color] Elliott said dramatically, his eyes teared up as he pressed a kitchen towel to his lips. [color=f6989d][b]"There, there buttercup." [/b][/color] Roland left aside his paper and put his arms around his shorter husband. [color=f6989d][b]"We knew this day would come." [/b][/color]He stroked Elliott's black hair. [color=f7976a][b]"I just never thought it would be so soon,"[/b][/color] he replied with false sobbing as he buried his face against Ro's chest. Beatrice smiled and laughed. [color=E0633C][b]"Alright, you can take me to school. You are both ridiculous."[/b][/color] She drank down the last of her milk and hurried to grab her messenger bag. The drive was a fun one. It reminded her of when they would all take day trips on the weekends when she was young. They would sing to old 80's songs and dance. When they arrived at the gate she quickly unbuckled and gave the pair a kiss on the cheek each. [color=E0633C][b]"Bye Papas, I love you."[/b][/color] [color=f6989d][b]"I'm going to pick you up from school, don't you be going home with any friends,"[/b][/color] Roland warned. Beatrice hopped out of the car and rolled her eyes. [color=f6989d][b]"And you've got your phone?" [/b][/color] She held up the old, metallic colored flip phone. There were paint stains all over it with a couple of glittery butterfly stickers over the front. [color=f6989d][b]"And your books."[/b][/color] She lifted her bag. [color=f6989d][b]"And you remembered to put on clean socks?" [/b][/color] She stuck out her tongue. [color=E0633C][b]"Bye, I'll see you tonight - you gooses." [/b][/color] She waved as the car pulled off. Turning toward the gates she found herself face to face with Victorie. A sense of panic settled over her stomach with the harsh way the girl eyed her. Had she gotten something with her uniform wrong? Jacket, shirt, tie, plaid skirt, over the knee socks, and loafers. All there. Maybe it was because her uniform didn't really fit properly? Everything had a tendency to sit baggy on her frame. Not only was she terribly short but also waifishly slender. As if the wind might just pick her up and blow her away. The other girl's eyes finally turned away from her to something more interesting. [color=E0633C][b]"Morning,"[/b][/color] Bea offered hesitantly and before Victorie could say much of anything scurried in through the gates. In the parking lot, she found people beginning to clique up. She found Johnny quite easily. As she began walking toward him she caught of glimpse of Archer ducking behind his door. Was it Archer? The sight had been so brief. Strange. Min made it up for greetings before she arrived. Bea offered the girl her best smile before her face settled back into the bored, disinterested expression that always seemed to haunt her expression. Turning to Johnny she said, [color=E0633C][b]"You should probably put that away, you're starting to scare the children."[/b] [/color] Her voice was it's typical bored and mild. [color=E0633C][b] "Morning Min." [/b][/color] She attempted to sound more cheerful but ended up more like a sigh of exasperation. [hider=Summary] Beatrice gets ready for school, her fathers tease her about taking her to school. She gets intimidated by Victorie. Thinks she sees Archer hiding. Meets up with Johnny and Min. [/hider]