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[sub][color=brown][i]Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins
I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy[/i][/color][/sub]

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[indent]The short, petite figure of a girl dressed up in a black beanie and the King’s Academy uniform could be seen speeding through the neatly-kept sidewalks of the pristine streets of Crown Heights. Her long brown hair and plaid skirt floated behind her in the early morning breeze,  as her skateboard carried her down the all too familiar roads she’d grown up in. In a move that was quite out of the ordinary, Marisol Castillo had been up by seven -a full hour and a half earlier than usual. And even with the scene her father had pulled at breakfast, she’d still managed to get out of the house before eight. For a lazy procrastinator like her with an endless rap sheet of detentions by tardiness, today was a historical day that would go down on the books.  

Marisol had her wireless earphones on, blasting In This Moment’s ‘Blood’ and on repeat while she rushed down the streets, seamlessly dodging and jumping through the obstacles along the way. The young woman had welcomed the blaring vocals of Maria Brink with open arms, shamelessly singing along to the lyrics that kept the thoughts that had been eating at her for a few weeks now at bay. 

During that past summer, she and Sonny had gotten into some philosophical conversations about all aspects of life after having a few edibles at the treehouse over at Sol’s place. The cannabis had kept them all mellow and giggly about it through the night, jokes about the heavy topics coming and going in an endless stream. But once the pot had worn off and she’d found herself alone in her room again, the reality of the situation had settled in: this would be her last year as a student of King’s Academy, possibly her last year living in Crown Heights for some time… And her last year surrounded by her beloved Misfits. 

Crowns, King’s and The Misfits was pretty much everything she’d ever known. From the moment she was nothing more than a speck of a child with a loud mouth and a fiery temper, Marisol knew she could always count on one of her four best bros to always have her back, that they were surrounded by the safety blanket of a school under their parents’ control and a community in which everybody knew everybody. The thought of each of them going their separate ways and things changing forever had been one to keep her awake more than once. It was years of memories built and moments shared that were coming to a close in staggering speed, threatening to send the nostalgic Sol crashing and burning. 

This was the prime motivation for Marisol to be dead-set on making this last year [i]unforgettable[/i].

Just as she was rounding the corner that would lead her to King’s Academy, a flow of text messages made their way to Marisol’s inbox. First was Archer, letting her know he was already on campus and asking to make their grand entrance together. Next was Sonny, bitching about how Gomez had already pissed him off. Then came Sushi -well, it was Airi Price really, but Mari had always called her Sushi the same way the Japanese-American affectionately called her Taco-, asking to take a smoke before heading off. And, finally, there was Jun, very obviously trying to bait the volatile Sonny and making Mari chuckle in the process. 

The brunette made an abrupt stop before reaching the street to respond to the messages, earning her a scared honk from a passing car who got her middle finger as a response.
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[color=brown]Only wild animal here’s Sonny LOL
But seriously tho: already, Drakey?
You’re worse than some bitch on her period.
I’ll be a bit late. Gonna get a smoke w Soush n’ Arch.[/color][/quote][/hider]
[hider=To Sushi][quote]
[color=brown]Bailey can suck my dick. Maybe that’ll make her loosen up. 
And ofc I’ll have one w ya! Meet me at the school by Archie’s car. 
C ya Soush![/color][/quote][/hider]
Smirking, Marisol placed her phone back on the pocket of her blazer for safekeeping before tearing down the roads again and eventually rushing past the open gates of King’s Academy.

In typical first day fashion, there was a steady line of traffic stretching across the roundabout and the main street. It was in moments like this that Sol was thankful for her beloved skateboard, who always had her back and avoided her dumbass situations like that. A mix of familiar and unknown cars could be seen across the school’s parking lot, and accompanying those were the familiar and unknown students as well. Her green eyes scanned the area in search of Archer’s car, which wasn’t hard to find considering it was the cubic zirconia in a sea of diamonds. Eyes now on the finish line, Mari gained speed, narrowly avoiding a collision with a group of preppy freshman girls who shrieked like pussies and also earned themselves the finger. But just as she was about to reach the rusty blue Saab, the young woman found herself right in front of scene Johnny Baxter was causing, and she instinctively rolled her eyes. Leave it to Baxter to be the one berating some poor new girl for trying to steal his limelight. 

In her mind, she furiously shouted something vicious back at him: [i][color=brown]“Hey, Baxter, why don’t you just go film yourself sucking some dick instead of shitting on some new chick? Maybe that’ll help your film director dreams go somewhere that's not the dumpster!”[/color][/i]. But she knew that would probably piss off Archer, and Sol loved Archie way too much to piss him off -at least this early, anyway. And so, using up all of her minuscule self-restraint, the young woman chose to get back up on her skate and make a beeline straight towards her best friend's car instead. [i][color=brown]'The things I do for you, you little shit...'[/color][/i] she thought, shaking her head.

[color=brown]“That man of your dreams can sure be an asshole…”[/color] Marisol said in a matter-of-fact voice. She placed her skateboard on the backseat of Archer’s car, then took a seat in the trunk and rummaged through her backpack in search for some gum. Once she’d found the elusive pack, Sol popped two of them in her mouth and began to chew. 

She looked down at her best friend in hiding with a playful smirk in her face, ready to start his day off with the usual morning dose of friendly banter. [color=brown]“C’mon, Archie. Wipe the drool off your face and get your ass over here. Or do you plan on hiding from ‘Prince Charming’ for the rest of the year?”[/color] she asked him, blowing up a bubble of gum until it popped across her lips. 
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