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[color=#cd5c5c][sup][color=crimson][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b][/color] Outside of Home → Delbrook Academy Parking Lot (before school)[/sup]
[sup][color=crimson][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b][/color] Her idiot brother[/sup][/color]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/JgTqPRy.jpg][sup][color=crimson][b][u]Outfit for The Vass Siblings[/u][/b][/color][/sup][/url]
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[color=salmon][indent][indent][color=crimson]"I swear, if that idiot doesn't hurry up, I'm going to risk it and ride to school myself."[/color]

Malu was beyond pissed and it was for a good reason, too. 

For as long as she's been attending Delbrook Academy and, hell probably ever since she's been going to school, Malu Vass has never missed a day. She never took a sick day or decided to play hooky because her friends wanted her to go to the beach or just game. No, she never did this because Malu had her eyes on what was beyond next week's test. Malu knew from a young age she wanted to make something of herself. She didn't know exactly what that was, but knew if she could get into a good college, then maybe she might figure it out once she got accepted. All she knew was that acing tests and having perfect attendance were just a couple of ways she might achieve this.

But, of course, as her brother proved time and time again how consistent he was at testing her every button, she stood outside of the Vass home, dressed in her usual summer wear of jean shorts and white top, tapping her foot impatiently against the ground. Curses of all sorts flew out of her mouth in a low tone. She was counting down the seconds she was expecting him to show.

As the final seconds of the last minute Malu could spend standing, waiting for her brother, she was growing so furious that it could no longer be restrained to her gripping her board tightly nor tapping her foot. By this point, Malu was visible fury.

And, of course, that [i]would[/i] be the time that her brother’s truck came speeding down the street. 

And when it came to a stop, opposite of a glaring Malu, Kyle was smiling at her, eyes partially closed. As if he thought that giving her his trademark “I’m sorry” face was going to make up for making her wait until the literal last minute.

[color=aquamarine]“Sis, I’m so sorr—”[/color]

Malu cut him off as she tossed her board into the trunk, and climbed into the passenger seat. [color=crimson]“Save it!”[/color] She sternly told him. She leaned back into the seat and looked at him with the same scathing gaze that was trademark for [i]her[/i]. [color=crimson]“Don't just sit there like a dog waiting for a bone!”[/color] She gestured to the road in front of us. [color=crimson]“Drive, you moron!”[/color]
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[color=lightblue][sup][color=aquamarine][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b][/color] Homeroom → Lacrosse Field/Carnival[/sup]
[sup][color=aquamarine][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b][/color] Sister, DANGERRRRRRRRR [@King Kindred][/sup][/color]
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[color=e8f4f8][indent][indent]After they finally arrived at the Delbrook Campus, not even a second after his truck came to a stop did Kyle frantically see his sister hop out and grab her board. She didn’t even give him a hug or kiss goodbye. She didn’t wait for him to wish her a good day, which after the fact he realized was weird considering they’d have the same class this year. But still. Rude.

As he sulked for a few moments, Kyle took a glance behind him and admired his surfboard. The reason he was almost late wasn’t because he was slacking off. He just knew that there would be some killer waves to come in, so Kyle did the thing that always came naturally to him: he woke up at 3am, took a shower, and surfed for a few hours. Of course, [i]where[/i] he surfed wasn’t practical considering he lived in Long Beach.

The waves he rode were in San Diego.

Yeah, maybe he understood why Malu was mad. Or maybe she just needed to chill. Or maybe she hasn’t pulled that stick out of her ass ever since her last relationship fizzled out. Truth be told, there wasn’t much Kyle could do there. She got with this person and they dumped her. And instead of dealing with it like the more mature sibling she claims to be, she lashes out at him just because he chose to go to the San Diego Beach and ride some waves on a school day.

[color=aquamarine]“And [I]I’m[/i] the rude one?”[/color]

Kyle shook his head and went to get some food, then went to class. 

As the morning progressed, Kyle deduced a few things were made obvious. Number one was the most obvious and that was the incredible discomfort he found himself experiencing when he realized that one of his best bros, Cassian, his little sister sat behind him. And throughout most of that time spent trying to focus on whatever Miss Goldman was saying, he felt the tug internally between wanting to acknowledge her (yes, he’s aware that’s bad) and ignoring her existence for obvious reasons, but also because her brother was sitting in the next row and a couple of seats behind him.

So all in all, Kyle didn’t hear a single word that she said, but before he realized it, the Principal appeared on the screen. Kyle was getting ready to prop up, but when the old man told them to stand up for the pledge, there seemed to be a few others that just groaned when they stood up. And after it was all done, the old man talked a bit about what the year was going to look like.

When Mr. McGregor mentioned homeroom, there was a feeling of dread that passed through Kyle’s entire body when he realized he’d be in hell with one of his best bro’s little sister behind him and Cass watching like a hawk. Or maybe he wouldn’t. All Kyle knew was that he was in for one hell of a last year.

And after they were left go. And after the assembly ended, which left Kyle feeling [i]a lot[/i] better than he had all morning, he was pumped. The Carnival was awaiting the most chill, yet most hypest surfer in all of Delbrook [i]and[/i] Long Beach.

[color=aquamarine]“Let's do this!”[/color] Kyle pumped himself up.

With a loud [color=aquamarine]“wooo!”[/color], he took to a charge towards the lacrosse field.

Kyle went deep into the carnival and had his eye on that big hammer thing with the bell...what was it called again? Honestly, Kyle never knew the name of it, but he knew that it was his favorite attraction alongside the ring toss. But it was the first thing he saw, so once he got his fill, he’d seek out the ring toss.

As the easily excitable surfer took off to a run, he found himself smiling. There were a couple of reasons for this. The bright lights from some of the more well-lit attractions and booths, the energy he felt when he stepped onto the field, but it was more than that, but also simpler. He was smiling because [i]nobody[/i] was in line at the hammer-and-bell thing. So, he’d have first, second, third, and maybe if he was feeling lucky, fourth cracks at it.

[color=ff99cc]“Kyle!”[/color]

He heard a murmur of his name being called out amongst the loud chatter and sounds. It caused him to stop and look around.

[color=ff99cc]“Kyle! Over here!”[/color]

He heard his name being called again, but this time he found who was calling him.

[color=aquamarine]“Oh no…”[/color] He shook his head. [color=aquamarine]“Just...keep walking. Don’t do it. Yeah, she’s cute, but donnnn’t do it!”[/color] 

As he repeatedly tried to convince himself that walking over to a cheek-to-cheek smiling Sandra was a bad idea, especially when she was wearing a really nice top--

[color=aquamarine][i]Okay, you definitely shouldn’t be looking at what she’s wearing…[/i][/color]

As Kyle half turned his gaze away from Sandra, he could still hear her call to him and he could still see her move her raised arm up in the air, as if trying to get his attention. If she had just learned when to quit, he could still make it to the hammer-and-bell game. It was less than ten feet away from him, but as he made a step towards it, he heard a gutwrenching sound that selectively paralyzed him only when he turned back around.

That sound that he heard was the godawful scream of one Alessandra Bishop after she found out how much force a speeding volleyball could dish out when it came into contact with the forehead 

What felt like an internal struggle for Kyle was a simple game of tug-of-war. On one side, Kyle knew it wasn’t his job to go to her side, especially if it turned out she was okay. If he went over there and did make sure she was okay and wanted to leave, he knew she wouldn’t let him. God knew that if he did go over there, Kyle would curse himself because he didn’t want to give Cass the wrong idea. 

But then the other side came into play.

Kyle was a good guy. Not only that, but all things be damned — [s]including his kindasorta crush on Sandra[/s] — Kyle didn’t have it in him to leave Sandra, or anyone for that matter, laying on the ground after being struck in the face by a volleyball.

Rubbing his temples, he cursed himself and was running away from the hammer-and-bell game. He hadn’t looked back at it. He ran full speed to Sandra’s side and took a knee. Internally, he was still cursing but he couldn’t just leave her. [color=aquamarine]“Hey, uh, you alright there, Ali?”[/color]

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