[table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/dEMKb2i.gif[/img][/right][/cell][cell][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210818/853f5188190b10a80589c6b4f8e9e298.png[/img] [color=#8F9779][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=#5097A4][sup][b]Location:[/b] The Lopez House.[/sup] [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Each Other, & [url=https://celebmafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/stephanie-beatriz-wallpapers-21-9.jpg]Myra Lopez[/url].[/sup][/color] [color=#8F9779][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210818/1bc98a138911816eb33dc2859251055c.png[/img] [color=#8F9779][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/center] [color=Silver][color=#73726E]"Supurb. A lost classic."[/color] The familiar voice of her older sister coming out of nowhere; Sasha couldn't help but jump. Her breath catching in her throat a moment before she forced herself to let it go. Her dark gaze drawing up towards Myra as the woman leant herself over her shoulder. Arms folded over the back of the couch, though the eldest of the Lopez children had fixed her attention upon the movie that the youngest had been watching- simply the latest in the marathon that had been going on since the early hours of the morning when she'd woken and had trouble returning to any sort of slumber. [color=#8F9779]"Another [i]'La Dolce Vita'[/i]."[/color] Another voice, another jump. And almost immediately, Sasha's head turned on a swivel. Watching as her older brother, Damien, following their sisters lead. Leaning himself over her left shoulder, much as Myra had her right. His own gaze fixated upon the screen as the movie continued to play. Okay; so she was pretty sure that if the cancer didn't get her, the heart attack they gave her would. They were seriously coming out of woodwork this morning- hell, she hadn't even heard either of them come down the stairs. Had she really been [i]that[/i] focused on what she was watching that she'd just... hadn't noticed..? Doing her best to refrain from rolling her eyes at their antics, though the battle was very quickly lost; Sasha's attention was drawn back to the movie with a smile. The cult classic that was [i]'The Evil Dead'[/i] doing nothing to help keep her heart from racing, [color=#5097A4]"I hear they're remaking it with Gosling."[/color] [color=#73726E]"..first [i]'La La Land'[/i], now this. They never learn."[/color] A soft sigh passing out through the part in her lips, Myra shook her head almost sadly at the mere thought. Her body pulling away from the couch- straightening up to its full height as she folded her arms across her chest. Shifting slightly on the spot, though only enough for him to free up a single arm; Damien shot a glance down at his wrist. The confusion on his features replaced with a look of defeat as he came to the sudden realization that he wasn't actually wearing his watch. Instead having left it... somewhere. If he was being honest with himself, he wasn't exactly sure [i]where[/i] that was. It could have been anywhere in his room. Or Sam's. His money was on it probably being at Sam's place, [color=#8F9779]"What time is it..?"[/color] [color=#5097A4]"Time is but a relative concept."[/color] Giving a light shrug of her shoulders as she spoke; Sasha lifted her hand. The tips of her fingers brushing lightly over her forehead as she drew some stray strands of her long dark locks back and off her face. Tucking them neatly behind her ear. [color=#73726E]"Six forty-five."[/color] [color=#8F9779]"Time to hit the road."[/color] Pulling himself away from the couch with a groan, making it out to be far more a chore than it actually was; Damien took a moment to stretch. His arms lifting above his head; the action illicited a series of satisfying pops and cracks to sound from his joints before he dropped them back down to his sides, [color=#8F9779]"Promised the guys I'd catch up with them before homeroom. You coming today, Sash..?"[/color] [color=#5097A4]"Yeah. Just let me grab my bag."[/color] Reaching for the remote; Sasha took a moment to turn off the TV before getting to her feet. A soft skip in her step at the thought of their first day as she headed up the stairs to retrieve her things from her room. A slight look of concern shared between the two older Lopez siblings; Myra followed after their little sister. Slowing first before stopping short, however, when she'd reached the bottom of the staircase. Hand resting lightly on the banister, she cast a glance over her shoulder at Damien before calling up to her, [color=#73726E]"..you sure you're up for it..?"[/color] Appearing at the top of the stairs, Sasha smiled softly. Her head nodding as she worked to slip the book she was currently reading into her satchel, [color=#5097A4]"Positive."[/color] [color=#73726E]"Five more words, other than positive, and I'll believe you."[/color] [color=#5097A4]"Affirmative. Categorical. Absolute. Indubitable, and..."[/color] Narrowing her eyes slightly, her steps slowing until she was paused only a few stairs from the main floor of the house, Sasha took a moment to search through her mind. The expression on her delicate features showing a slight smugness to it as she turned her dark gaze towards her sister. A soft little smirk dancing over her lips, [color=#5097A4]"Unequivocal."[/color] [color=#73726E]"Okay, okay. Sabelotodo. Have a good day at school."[/color] [color=#5097A4]"Gracias, Myra."[/color] The smirk she wore softening- becoming a genuine smile which grew, lighting up her features and causing the corners of her eyes to crinkle lightly; Sasha leant up. Pressing a soft kiss against her sister's cheek before she continued towards the front door where their brother was waiting. Already armed with the keys to her car in his hand. [color=#8F9779]"You gonna be here when we get home..?"[/color] [color=#73726E]"Not sure- I'm covering a shift at work, but I'll try and be back in time."[/color] [color=#8F9779]"Don't stress. We'll survive without you. Besides, [i]technically[/i] you don't even live here anymore."[/color] Chuckling at the look his sister was giving him, taking a quick step back as she raised her hand in same gesture she always did when they messed around with one another, Damien turned and ushered Sasha further towards the door. Reaching past her so that he could open it, [color=#8F9779]"Oh..! By the way..."[/color] Pausing where he stood; Damien looked pointedly between his two sisters. His brow quirking slightly, [color=#8F9779]"No more watching [i]'Gilmore Girls'[/i] in this house. It's bad enough that you two can recite it off by heart, but now you have me doing it too. Not cool."[/color] Adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder as she exchanged a smirk with her sister; Sasha simply rolled her eyes. Reaching to take hold of Damien's free hand before she tugged him out of the house, closing the door behind them, [color=#5097A4]"Adiós, Myra."[/color] [color=#73726E]"Adiós."[/color] [/color] [hr][hr] [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/H0yuv8r.gif[/img][/right][/cell][cell][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210719/db15cee1d0838f2d225934cc0037619a.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210719/753ad1903a1bae85f9a72193cf091778.png[/img] [color=#5097A4][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=#ABB1B2][sup][b]Location:[/b] Room 915 (Homeroom).[/sup] [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Miss Goldman ([@Moro]).[/sup][/color] [color=#5097A4][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210818/bc27ad8435e3dc0027e2b5e1ef5c5af5.png[/img] [color=#5097A4][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/center] [color=Silver]The seam of her lips parting ever slightly from one another as she made her departure; Sasha let her back hit and rest against the office door as she closed it behind her. Hand lingering upon the handle for a few moments longer before she took off. The meeting-... even in her wildest dreams- ney; [i]nightmares[/i], did she ever think that she'd ever be discussing issues concerning her health with the principle, vice principle, guidance councellor, and school nurse. Gods, she was exhausted already. The lack of sleep through the night certainly didn't help- though she had to admit, she was more than thankful that the rest of the faculty had already been notified of the situation. Hopefully it helped her avoid anymore awkward conversations in the future; though if she was being honest with herself, she wasn't exactly holding her breath. Slowing her pace as she rounded the corner, Sasha took a moment to look around the hall. Empty... Well, no; the hallway was [i]almost[/i] empty. Luckily enough for her, Miss Goldman was still right there, smiling bright and greeting her students into the new school year, just as she always did. The hold she had over the strap of her bag tightening as she pulled it in closer to her chest; she quickly joined in at the end of the well assembled line leading into room nine-fifteen. Biting her lower lip softly as she waited patiently for her turn at the front of the line; she chewed on it a few moments before it slipped from between her teeth. Her hand lifting, she ran her fingers back through her long dark locks as her gaze flicked from one person to the next before, finally, coming to a rest on the woman that was standing beside the door to the room. [color=#5097A4]"Buenos dias, Miss Goldman. Lo siento... I had to stop by the administration office and I was only just let out..."[/color] Shifting slightly on the spot, a small, though relieved smile crossing her features; Sasha gave the woman a light nod of her head. Relaxing her hold slightly over her bags strap, she cast a quick glance over her shoulder. Seemingly taking a moment to simply look about the hall before she turned back to the class; making her way into the room. Taking her seat in the front row by the teachers desk; Sasha's hand moved. Slipping the bag from her shoulder to instead rest on the floor by her feet as she sat down. Tugging the sleeves of the top she wore down and further over her hands, she let her attention wander down to her desk. Barely taking note of what was actually being said. She once again ran her fingers back through her hair. Pushing it off her face, though when she lowered her hand, her heart sank down into the very pit of her stomach. No... No; not now. There was no way that this was happening now of all times- of all places. [color=#5097A4]"..mierda..."[/color] Fingers curling over- her palm snapping shut into a fist around the lock of hair that came out with the simple action of forcing it out of her face so she could see; Sasha folded her arms. Pulling them in tight against her body. Attention forced bak to the present as she heard the sound of shuffling of feet and scraping of chairs filling the air around her; Sasha glanced around. Watching on as the others began filing out of the room. Right. She'd almost forgotten about the beginning of the year assembly. [color=#5097A4]"..uh... Miss Goldman-..?"[/color] The words barely out of her mouth; it was with a simple shared look between her and the older woman that had her relaxing in her seat. A soft, thankful playing over her features. Waiting until the room was otherwise empty aside from herself; Sasha relaxed. Perhaps... perhaps this year wouldn't be so bad- school wise, at least. Especially with Miss G as their teacher. The smile fading from her lips as she opened her palm, she stared down at the hair held in it. Health wise- [i]social[/i] wise... it was going to be a long year... [/color] [hr][hr] [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/WL5ycC8.gif[/img][/right][/cell][cell][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210723/6c3a3f67b80e9c886baa559f2b909ba1.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210723/bfdce753156c57c153b7c395761804d2.png[/img] [color=#8F9779][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=#9DC183][sup][b]Location:[/b] Lacrosse Field.[/sup] [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Marco Costello & Maria Costello ([@LostDestiny]), Daniel Murphy & Sawyer Lockwood ([@Moro]).[/sup][/color] [color=#8F9779][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210818/c6650c702f4e59d4215db0a5a3f61f92.png[/img] [color=#8F9779][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/center] [color=Silver]Gods; that assembly felt as though it had gone on forever... Principle McGregor sure could drone on, and on, and on - though, on the plus side, at least he hadn't gone and passed out like [i]some[/i] people. His bright eyes wandering over the group that was his class; Damien couldn't help but let his gaze linger on the culprits. Marco... Cassian- he was sure there were others, and honestly, he was a little surprised that Sawyer hadn't been one of them. Speaking of Spider-boy... His gorgeous blues lowering down- turning away from scanning the group for the familiar figures that were his friends; Damien's attention was instead drawn down to his phone as he fished it from the depths of his jacket pocket. Relaxing, shoulder pressing against the brick wall of the building as he fell against it; he stared at the message on the screen. A small smile creeping across his lips as he read the good wishes from his parents, and by the fact that they were with him, his uncle too. Well... at least they were enjoying themselves. The sound of his soft chuckle filling the air around him; he locked the screen. Shoving the phone back into the back pocket of his jacket. Yeah... they definitely needed this break. [color=#7ACAB7]"Bran told me from his first day of his senior year they had a lot of good vendors. I doubt they changed the list very much in the last two years. You guys eat this morning, at all?"[/color] Attention caught by the sound of his best friends voice breaking thorugh his train of thought; Damien pushed away from the wall. Shoving both his hands down into his pockets as he made his way over to where the group had been assembling together. Catching up to them just in time to hear Marco pipe in, causing him to nod in agreement. [color=#8F9779]"I could go with a bite to eat. Passed on breakfast for a few extra minutes of sleep. Totally worth it."[/color] [/color] [hr][hr] [hider=𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210818/07300c38757d2b2b01f7d19fcf88dd26.png[/img][/center] [color=#73726E]Sabelotodo:[/color] [indent][color=ABB1B2][i]Smartass.[/i][/color][/indent] [color=#5097A4]Gracias:[/color] [indent][color=ABB1B2][i]Thank you.[/i][/color][/indent] [color=#5097A4]Adiós:[/color] [indent][color=ABB1B2][i]Bye.[/i][/color][/indent] [color=#5097A4]Buenos dias:[/color] [indent][color=ABB1B2][i]Good morning.[/i][/color][/indent] [color=#5097A4]Lo siento:[/color] [indent][color=ABB1B2][i]I'm sorry.[/i][/color][/indent] [color=#5097A4]Mierda:[/color] [indent][color=ABB1B2][i]Shit.[/i][/color][/indent] [/hider]