[center][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/13reasonswhy/images/6/6a/Dylan_Minnette_Red_Carpet_Premiere_%281%29.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/310?cb=20170924193926[/img] [img]https://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjkyODFlYS5SV3hwYW1Gb0lFRmljbUZ0Y3csLC4w/qubio.regular.png[/img] [h3][color=#565386]✡[/color][color=#5a578a]✡[/color][color=#5e5b8d]✡[/color][color=#615f91]✡[/color][color=#656394]✡[/color][color=#696798]✡[/color][color=#6d6b9b]✡[/color][color=#716f9f]✡[/color][color=#7473a2]✡[/color][color=#7877a6]✡[/color][color=#7c7ba9]✡[/color][color=#807fad]✡[/color][color=#8484b0]✡[/color][color=#8788b4]✡[/color][color=#8b8cb7]✡[/color][color=#8f90bb]✡[/color][color=#9394be]✡[/color][color=#9698c2]✡[/color][color=#9a9cc5]✡[/color][color=#9ea0c9]✡[/color][color=#a2a4cc]✡[/color][color=#a6a8d0]✡[/color][color=#a9acd3]✡[/color][color=#adb0d7]✡[/color][color=#b1b4da]✡[/color][color=#adb0d6]✡[/color][color=#a9acd3]✡[/color][color=#a5a7cf]✡[/color][color=#a1a3cb]✡[/color][color=#9d9fc8]✡[/color][color=#999bc4]✡[/color][color=#9596c0]✡[/color][color=#9192bd]✡[/color][color=#8d8eb9]✡[/color][color=#898ab5]✡[/color][color=#8586b2]✡[/color][color=#8281ae]✡[/color][color=#7e7dab]✡[/color][color=#7a79a7]✡[/color][color=#7675a3]✡[/color][color=#7271a0]✡[/color][color=#6e6c9c]✡[/color][color=#6a6898]✡[/color][color=#666495]✡[/color][color=#626091]✡[/color][color=#5e5b8d]✡[/color][color=#5a578a]✡[/color][color=#565386]✡[/color] [/h3][/center] With quick and definitive clicks and clacks of Elijah's fingers along the keyboard, the final touches were being updated to the app he had spent the summer working on. One that started the previous year in his Coding Club. It was an easy and simple enough design- an app revolving around his day to day life at school, or at least what remained of it. He had been collaborating with a few other students in the Coding Club to develop a social app for the prestigious students of King's Academy. Simple enough- it would keep up to date with school events and information. There was a section for news articles to be posted, chat rooms, and an anonymous gossip message board. Now, Elijah wasn't one to really condone the obvious missuses that would go into creating an app like this. People making anonymous comments about fellow classmates- it would get nasty fast. However, he recognized the fact that there were plenty of people who would hop on the app as soon as it would launched... which Elijah had hoped would be today. However, there were still too many bugs to fix, too many gears to grease. His eyes jumped to the clock in the corner of his laptop, seeing it was already 6 am. [color=#565386]"Shit!"[/color] He stood up frantically, banging his knee on his desk from beneath. The table twitched, knocking over a handful of coffee bottles and redbulls. [color=#565386]"Fucking Shlemiel!"[/color] He grunted under his breath as he closed his laptop lid, tripping over the clothes and small trinkets and side projects that decorated his floor. Tripping over one project, Elijah collapsed to the floor like Goliath defeated by David. [color=#565386]"Oy Gevalt! Fuck!"[/color] What a wonderful start to the first day of senior year. A beautiful reminder that no matter how suave or cool Elijah thought he was- he was far from it. Very... Very... Very far. By the top of the hour, Elijah finally emerged from his room, backpack slung over his shoulders. Books, check. Laptop, check. Cell, check. Elijah took in a deep breath, smoothing out the hair on his head as he emerged into the family kitchen. His younger brother wearing the Junior High uniform of King's Academy, his mother actively working on breakfast, his father nose deep in the newspaper, and his grandfather, munching on a delicious looking bagel. [b]"Ah! Look who has graced us with their presence this morning. Elijah, running late, again?"[/b] Elijah shook his head, grabbing up one of the delectable bagels that graced a spotless dish on the kitchen table. [color=#565386]"No, I'm just all over the place, as usual. Let's get going Asher."[/color] Elijah patted his brother's shoulder and the two set off. Not without hearing some final words of wisdom from their grandfather. [b]"zogn kleyn aun ton fil!"[/b] He called in yiddish as the two exited the front door. Say little and do much, ha! Keep your head down and be obedient is what his grandfather was telling them. He heard it every morning when they prepared for school. Elijah always had an off-put feeling that it had something to do with his grandfather's relation with concentration camps- but he never wanted to look too deeply into it. He was a good boy, as always, so no worries there. However, this year, perhaps it would be a bit different. The final year of high school- every high schooler wanted to have fun at some point, and Elijah was no exception. Just that he was a late bloomer to the idea... a very late bloomer. Pulling into a prime real estate spot near the main campus, Elijah parked his brand new, luxe 640i BMW. He wasn't one himself for flashy things. But his parents liked to keep appearances up, and buying their sons nice luxury vehicles was one of their strategies. Asher took off, straight for his own Junior High section of the school, while Elijah made his way towards the High School section. Was there a pep rally this morning, or something? There were way too many bodies hanging around the front enterance- many he recognized. First and foremost his best friend, Johnny Baxter. If Elijah was the left brain, Johnny was the right. At least, in an artistic sense. Though at this moment- he seemed quite popular among the student population. There was Victorie, the true Ice Queen of campus. Even someone as goody-goody as Elijah was intimidated by her. Sometimes it felt like her eyes were piercing his soul. He tightened his tie anxiously, as if she would suddenly call him out for a dress code violation- knowing fully well he was dressed perfectly in accordance with the set rules. There was sweet little Bea, Elijah's study buddy. She was such a sweet girl, given her... condition. Was it wrong to think something like that? He didn't mean it in a bad way, just... well, perhaps they were both strange. There were those two foreign girls- if he recalled correctly one was pretty good with a camera. Perhaps he would have to try and recruit her to try and help gain publicity for his Coding Club's newest app. Or have her submit pictures to it to gain interest. Speaking of which, he was going to have to ask Johnny how his first day of school video was coming along. If the app was moving on schedule- which it seemed it could- they would be ready to launch by the end of classes today. And having a nice introductory video could help gain hype. Elijah was fully prepared to approach Johnny to ask how his video was coming along. At least, until he was stopped dead in his tracks, witnessing another sweet face entering campus. Aaliyah King. Acquaintance, smart girl, amazing chess player, and a gorgeous face- for a black girl. Not that it mattered in the slightest to Elijah that she was black! Coming from his rather xenophobic family, these slight prejudices tended to shoot in his head rather instinctively. It didn't matter that Aaliyah was a black girl to Elijah, it mattered to his family. But why was he debating what did and didn't matter. She was retreating into campus so quickly, it was as if she felt she was under attack. Elijah's eyes glance back and forth between Johnny and Aaliyah. Hm, regroup with best friend, talk social media buzz, whilst surrounded by a million strange faces. Or scoot along in pursuit of a rather well known acquaintance, who seemed just as alone as him. He was supposed to be taking chances this year. Sorry, Johnny- He will get back to you soon. With that, Elijah quickened his pace, following Aaliyah in hot pursuit. It didn't take much for his long strides to pull him across the parking lot and into the campus, tailing Aaliyah. Once he was next to her, he adjusted his pace to be walking side by side. [color=#565386]"He- Hi- Y- SHALOM."[/color] Face, meet palm. Even in the presence of a good friend, Elijah really knew how to turn down his brain to idiotic levels. It was as if Elijah didn't know how to function around anyone who didn't already accept him. Perhaps that was why he was always made fun of- his amazing ineptitude to social interactions. Alright, now what genius? [color=#565386]"Did you see my updates this morning to the Coding Club app?"[/color] Yep, because asking 'How was your summer' was way too normal of a question. 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