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It seemed as if Ariel hadn’t been doing that much sleeping lately. With last night being another restless night, she had found herself sneaking out her bedroom window to go walk on the shoreline of the beach. The beach was easily one of her favorite places on earth, and she tended to come here more often than not in order to clear her head. Though no major thoughts were running through her head, there was the fact that in a few short hours, she would begin her final year at Kings Academy - something that made her nervous and excited at the same time. 

Around four in the morning, she would return to the comfort of her bedroom, shutting the window quietly behind her. It was from there that she would flop down upon her bed, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere along the line, however, she must have fallen asleep. The sound of the alarm woke her with a start as she reached for her phone to turn it off. [color=00eddd]”Alarms are the work of Satan,”[/color] she grumbled before climbing out of bed to take a shower. Two hours of sleep was nowhere near enough. Soon enough she was dressed and ready to go, her damp hair braided to the side for the day. 

Coming into the living room, she would see a familiar, yet unusual scene before her. Papers detailing her father's latest court case littered the coffee table while he sat on the couch. That part was familiar. The pretty dark haired woman sitting on the couch beside Trillian was indeed, not familiar. Thank the gods she was saved from a small amount of embarrassment by her father introducing her to the stranger shortly after she walked in the room. 

“Ah, Serafina. Good morning,” he said, his tone one of false happiness, though no one who didn’t know him well would never notice. “This is Diana. She’s been helping me with the case. Diana, this is my daughter -”

[color=00eddd]”Ariel,”[/color] said Ariel. No one called her Serafina but her father, and she preferred it that way. Taking another look at Diana, Ariel had a suspicion that she had been helping her father with more than just a court case, seeing how she seemed far more comfortable than any other of his associates that she had ever met. [color=00eddd]”It was really nice meeting you, Diana, but I should get going,”[/color] she said with a small smile, heading towards the door. 

“Be safe,” her father called after her. “I’d hate for you to get hurt!”

Ariel waited until she was outside, unlocking the door to her Impala, before scoffing and rolling her eyes. Since when did he care if she got hurt? He was the one that had done most of the hurting practically her whole life. Climbing inside and shutting the door, she took a deep breath while shoving the thought out of her mind. This was supposed to be a happy day,and she was determined to make it one. 

Arriving at Kings Academy, Ariel would get caught up in a conversation with a few of her friends, allowing the first bell to ring in the process. Cursing under her breath, she walked into Mr. Gomez’s class approximately thirty seconds late. 

“Miss Grey,” he said, his voice loud enough to cause most of the attention in the class to come her way. “Nice of you to join us.”

The young woman muttered something incoherent as she made her way towards the few open seats in the back of the class. 

“What was that,” Gomez asked. “You’ll have to speak up. I couldn’t hear you.”

Tempted not to answer at first, Ariel now felt cornered. Multiple pairs of eyes were resting upon her, and the teachers tone had been way less than friendly. Add that to two hours of sleep, and you ended up with a snide remark. [color=00eddd]”I said for it to be so early in the morning, you sure are being a total dick, Mr. Gomez. All do respect, of course.”[/color]

The mans nostrils flared ever so slightly before he regained his composure, a sly smile now on his face. “Congratulations, Serafina. It seems as if you’re my first student of the year to land themselves in detention.”

At his words, Ariel balled her hands into fists under her desk, doing her best to keep her face from turning red.