[color=#B1A39A] [right][sub][color=#D2652C]Location:[/color] Home → King's Academy [color=#D2652C]Interacting with:[/color] Julie Macmillan[/sub][/right] [center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180730/6d0eb8eebd1e01359010e7af173b138f.png[/img] [color=#D2652C]∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/gha0FYk.jpg[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/c5sVX1P.jpg[/img] [sub][url=https://youtu.be/Wt88GMJmVk0]Now why you gritting your teeth? Frustration baby you got to breathe Take a lot more than you to get rid of me, You see I do what they can't do, I just do me[/url][/sub] [color=#D2652C]∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇∆[/color][/center] [indent][indent]There are many upsides to wearing school uniforms. Not only do these uniforms save money and reduce economic and social barriers between students that often leads to bullying, but they also streamline morning routines; students can get ready for school quicker and, as a result, have more time to eat breakfast and organize for a successful day. Chanel Martin, however, had never been a fan of school uniforms despite the numerous benefits her uncle had informed her of. In fact, when fourteen year old Chanel was first enlightened by her Uncle that she would have to wear the horrendous ensemble every single day for the entire school year, she practically flipped her shit. How was she supposed to show off her brand new wardrobe and fly ass outfits to her classmates when she was forced to adhere to a dress code? How was she supposed to express her individuality? [color=#D2652C][b]"This is a fucking [i]tragedy,[/i]"[/b][/color] the young woman had said to her uncle as she stood in her full body mirror and examined her outfit for the very first time. [color=#D2652C][b]"Are you sure I can't just go to that public school that's an hour away? I mean sure, it isn't the best, but at least they don't force their students to wear these ridiculous outfits."[/b][/color] Now, on the morning of her first day of senior year, Chanel still had the same exact sentiments that she did during her freshman year. This year, however, she was determined to make a change. She stood in her full body mirror, arms folded across her chest and eyebrows furrowed as she stared at her reflection. After being in deep thought for what seemed like forever, the young woman headed back into her walk-in closet and got to work. Chanel pulled out nearly every accessory she owned; this included but was not limited to a wide array of scarves, necklaces, colorful shoelaces, watches, belts, sunglasses, and purses. It only took her a few minutes to pick out the items that would go well with the uniform. Sure, there was a possibility that the girl would be reprimanded as soon as she was spotted by one of the administrators, but at the moment, Chanel couldn't care less. This was her last year of high school, after all. After putting the final touches on her outfit, Chanel grabbed her large purse and headed downstairs to the kitchen. As usual, the house was silent and empty; her uncle had left for work a little over an hour ago, and her brother had started his final year of college last month. Chanel enjoyed the quiet time that she had in the mornings before school. It was a stark difference from the mornings she'd spent with her parents; instead of constantly being yelled at and rushed to do things in a timely manner, Chanel was now given the opportunity to handle all of that on her own. This, in turn, led to the young woman having multiple unexcused tardies and absences, but at least she was finally learning some responsibility, right? As soon as Chanel had grabbed a blueberry Pop-tart from the pantry and took her seat at the dining room table, her phone began to ring. The young woman rolled her eyes when she saw who was calling, but plastered a large, fake smile on her face as soon as the familiar face appeared on the screen. [color=#D2652C][b]"Now, I [i]know[/i] this can't be real,"[/b][/color] Chanel said as she took a bite out of her pastry, [color=#D2652C][b]"Andre Martin is out of bed before one o'clock? Nah, who are you and what have you done with my brother?"[/b][/color] [color=#FFA07A][b]"Yeah, alright. Get off my neck, Co,"[/b][/color] the older male said, his deep voice ringing through the air and echoing round the house. [color=#FFA07A][b]"I told you last week that I got a morning class today. Figured I'd give you a call before you go to school. You know, since I'm already awake or whatever."[/b][/color] Chanel couldn't help but smile and shake her head as she listened to her brother speak. He had only been gone for a little over three weeks, but she was already beginning to miss him. It was obvious that he felt the same way. [color=#D2652C][b]"That's funny, cause I vividly remember you telling me that your only morning class was on Friday,"[/b][/color] Chanel said as she stuffed the last bit of pastry into her mouth and fished her keys out of her purse. [color=#D2652C][b]"And today ain't Friday, if you didn't know."[/b][/color] The two continued to speak as Chanel took one final glance in the mirror, grabbed her keys, and headed out to the car. Andre had just started to go into detail about some party he'd been to the past weekend when Chanel told him that she had to go. [color=#D2652C][b]"Yeah, we can finish this later,"[/b][/color] the young woman had lied before ending the call and getting on the road. The drive to King's Academy was a relatively short one, thanks to Chanel's innate tendency to push the speed limit. She had both her air conditioner and radio on full blast as she sped down the street. She sang along loudly to every song that played from her playlist, a morning ritual that she'd followed almost every day since her first day of elementary school; her mother had turned on an old Lauryn Hill song as she drove her daughter to school, and the rest was history. Chanel couldn't help but tear up and grip the steering wheel tightly as the same [url=https://youtu.be/16cT94toCSE]song[/url] began to play. [color=#D2652C][b]"If only you could see me now,"[/b][/color] the young woman said as she pulled into the student parking lot of King's Academy, [color=#D2652C][b]"If only you could be here to see me graduate."[/b][/color] Chanel sat in her parking spot for a few moments, recollecting herself and making sure that her makeup was still intact, before grabbing her purse from the passenger seat and exiting the car. Chanel wasn't surprised in the slightest to see Victoire Bailey sitting in her usual spot by the school gates, and she knew exactly why she was there. Technically, Chanel wasn't breaking any rules; she was wearing every part of the uniform, she had on the required shoes, and her skirt was the appropriate length. However, that definitely didn't stop her from using a couple of freshman to shield her from view as she walked through the gates. Better safe than sorry, right? As soon as she was sure that she was in the clear, Chanel scanned the crowd of students before briskly making her way towards a nearby garden table. She took the empty seat that was directly across from Julie Macmillan. [color=#D2652C][b]"The start of the end of high school,"[/b][/color] the young woman said as she plopped her bag onto the table, [color=#D2652C][b]"Fucking finally."[/b][/color] [/indent][/indent] [/color]