[center][color=2D9677][h1][b]C H L O E B R O N S E[/b][/h1][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/aqlacpv.jpg[/img][/center] [COLOR=2D9677][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]B R O N S E R E S I D E N C E:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][indent][sup][color=silver]Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 7:40 AM[/color][/sup][/indent] [indent]There hadn't ever really been a time when morning in the Bronse household had been calm, but adding a one year old to the mix made the already too-small kitchen downright chaotic. Both patriarch and matriarch tried to develop a plan for the day by way of speaking over each-other while the former attempted to put on a jacket while eating buttered toast, and the latter negotiated with the baby to keep his bowl of banana on the highchair. It at least worked out for Chloe, who was able to survey the scene with a large mug of usually forbidden coffee, sweetened to a point that would bring her dentist to tears. [colour=gray]"Well I'm off then, have a good day."[/colour] Curt Bronse leaned down to lay a crumb-laden kiss on his wife who pointedly pushed him away. [colour=gray]"Your face is already filthy. And wish Chloe luck, its her first day back today."[/colour] Chloe put down the mug and looked for an escape. But the door was on the opposite wall, and two giant arms wrapped around her before she could make any movement. [colour=2D9677]"Dad-"[/colour] [colour=gray]"I know, I know."[/colour] He released her and offered a far more acceptable grin instead [colour=gray]"I'm walking to work today if you want to take the car."[/colour] [colour=gray]"You're walking because Thomas has an appointment with the pediatrician in an hour. Sorry Chloe, do you want a ride?"[/colour] The only thing worse than taking the family's decade old sedan to school would be to get dropped off in it. Chloe shook her head vigorously and changed the topic as her father sent his last good-luck wishes and headed out the door. [colour=2D9677]"What's wrong with Thomas?"[/colour] [colour=gray]"I think his rash is coming back and he coughed last night."[/colour] The both waited a brief moment, listening for some demonstration of suffering. Thomas took the opportunity to knock his bowl to the floor. [colour=2D9677]"My cue to leave."[/colour] Chloe drained her remaining coffee and escaped the final few well wishes for her first day of senior year.[/indent] [COLOR=2D9677][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]M A T H E R M E M O R I A L H I G H S C H O O L: [/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][indent][sup][color=silver]Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 9:48 AM[/color][/sup][/indent] [indent]Despite her best efforts, the assembly was still going when Chloe got to school. She'd taken the long way out of the Port, a route which had the added benefit of keeping her from smelling like the morning's catch when she got to school, and stopped for her second coffee of the morning. Not the wisest decision she soon realized when her hands began shaking as she opened her locked. Other few student, stranglers or fellow hooky-players roamed the halls. A few made passing marks of greeting which Chloe returned with little more than and icy stare that sent one poor freshman sprinting. She was preening herself in the locker mirror when the bulk of students were dismissed from the auditorium. Physics, Biology, Lunch, English, and Chemistry. The last class of the day was decidedly put out of her mind since the moment she signed on for it. A thing easier said than done when the new teacher -the only exciting thing to happen in the Hallow all summer- was teaching her first class. [colour=gray]"Isn't he kind of hot?"[/colour] Gabby, a short and too-perky blonde who continuously proved immune to Chloe's unapproachable demeanor had joined her in the back of the class. Chloe looked at the tired-looking, bald, middle-aged man, then back to Gabby with a skeptical brow. She was brushed off in response. [colour=gray]"You know what I mean, he's got that smart, professor look. Besides its not like we've got a wide spread here. Everyone know Mr. Lindsey is [i]unavailable[/i]. Good choice taking that weird extra-credit class, maybe I should sign up?"[/colour] Chloe didn't get the chance to ask how the hell Gabby had heard what classes she was taking before Mr. Lehrer himself began the lecture, but was left with a distinct smugness when Gabby was forced to leave the class with a new crack in her phone.[/indent] [hr][sup][color=silver]Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 02:30pm | The ‘Loft’[/color][/sup] [indent]The first day of classes was always tedious -what with teachers trying to discern where the previous one had left off and the students unaccustomed to the monotony of school life after the summer. It didn't help that after cooping herself up since the beginning of the month, Chloe was already well ahead in most of the classes. By the time Chemistry had rolled around she'd grown bored enough to swipe Mr. Oswall's wallet from his desk on the way out. The man had it coming; too old for even Gabby's standards and well past the point that should have called for retirement they'd barely covered anions after a full hour. It took eight minutes to lose Gabby at last break, she kept insisting Chloe join 'the group' on an outing to some cottage or other over the weekend. Eventually, she made it to the top floor of the school alone. She kept looking over her shoulder, paranoid someone would see her. Not that there was anything for her to hide; as far as anyone was aware she was just taking the easy bird course with the ignorant new teacher to lighten her heavy course-load. She walked into the classroom, grimacing at the look of the place. Mather Memorial wasn't exactly state of the art, but no classroom she'd been in before had a such distinct smell. She took a seat by one of the open windows and examined the pass card and syllabus before carefully scanning the small class, avoiding prolonged eye-contact with anyone, until Lehrer began to lecture. Every mention of hyper-humans had Chloe resisting the urge to shrink into her seat. Eventually she settled for staring out the window, trying her best to look mildly bored. It became genuine when the lecture was turned towards the class, and she actually rolled her eyes when the first kid [i]stood[/i] to give an answer. She turned to see Ivy, hyper-human social outcast of the senior year. Even when she was the ugly bullied kid, Chloe had been careful to avoid her. Now she scoffed. [colour=2D9677]"Isn't the whole idea that no one wants to be hype in the first place?"[/colour][/indent]