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Ali opened her eyes slowly. She'd been laying here for hours after having nightmares of her parents divorce. She didn't know what the nightmares were exactly, but the feelings leftover as she entered into consciousness, as well as the tear streaks on her face, were enough for her to figure it out.

She supposed part of all of this was her fault. She'd been the one to catch her father cheating. She just didn't understand [I]why[/I] he'd done those things. Were they not good enough? Was she not good enough? Did they do something wrong?

She'd the last several hours pondering those questions. She didn't regret choosing her mother in the least. She loved her mother and her mother loved her. Sure they were in an apartment now, but it was a nice one. Not all cramped like some of the ones closer to the heart of the city.

Her mind returned to the look on her father's face when they'd left the day before. It scared her a little bit of a lot, if she was being honest with herself. He didn't know where they'd been going, mother had made Ali promise not to tell, but she felt like that didn't matter to him.

He'd kinda looked at them like they were the ones doing the bad things.
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[B]BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE —[/b] 

She shut her alarm off suddenly, forcefully, as her heart pounded in her chest. She must've dozed off at some point. She glared daggers at the alarm clock, how dare it scare her so violently back into reality, before she pulled herself out bed.

Getting dressed was a chore. Starting a new school, she wanted to look at least halfway decent. First impressions mattered, no matter what people tried to say about not judging a book by its cover. That was crap. Everyone always judged by first impressions, and it could take forever to get people to look past their first impressions.

As she picked her outfit (See CS picture), she could smell breakfast from down below. Hurrying down, she started her day.
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Some time later, Ali was on her way to school. It wasn't a far walk, only about fifteen minutes, but she felt worried on so many levels. A new school, new home, new life. What was the worst that could happen?