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[color=#F08080][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color]
[color=#F08080][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Front Office → Lacrosse Field[/color][/sup]
[sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Step-Father, Marcus → Attendance Lady → K.C. Horowitz [b][via text][/b] [@TGM] → Ezra Rodriguez[/color][/sup]
[sup][b][u]OTD[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray][url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/15/83/14/158314ff320e62ec03083dd57fe96963.jpg]₪[/url] Outfit[/color][/sup][/color]
[color=#F08080][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell]
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[color=#F08080][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/center]

After standing there for several minutes in silence as the lady behind the desk typed away at her computer finishing up some email she had said was urgent before writing Davina her late pass to class, Davina could hear her step-father shift beside her. His voice was practically in her ear as he muttered, [color=#5D6D7E]"You're late."[/color] A small smirk spread across the girl's face as she lifted her head from her folded arms she'd had it buried on the counter before her, raising her brow at him. There were plenty of movies that they loved quoting, and many that had the lines 'you're late' in them, but it was more than obvious which one he was referencing this time. They quoted Lord of the Rings too often for her not to. A soft giggle escaped her as she gave the attendance lady a glance before looking back to Marcus.

[color=#F08080]"A witch is never late, Marcus. Nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to!"[/color] The two exchanged a chuckle, growing quiet as the woman who had promised to help them rose from her seat and walked over to them, holding out a small square paper to Davina.

[color=#1E9780]"Here you go, hun. You're all set!"[/color]

[color=#F08080]"Thank you,"[/color] Davina said almost in sync with her step-dad, walking ahead of him for a short moment before she felt her hood being brought over her face, blinding the girl as she laughed while fighting to get her hood up and off her head. By the time she did, Marcus had taken the lead and opened one of the doors for his step-daughter, allowing her to step through before doing so himself and letting the door close behind him. The two turned towards each other and Dav quickly held up a hand to stop him when it looked as though Marcus was going to try to step in and give the girl a hug.

[color=#F08080]"You know I hate hugs, dad."[/color]

The man chuckled, dropping his hands to his sides before slipping them into his jeans pockets. [color=#5D6D7E]"Yeah, yeah. You keep telling me."[/color] He cast a look over his shoulder at his car that was parked out front before turning his eyes back on Davina. [color=#5D6D7E]"I'll have your bike looked at. Should be good to go by tomorrow so you can get to school on your own."[/color]

Davina smiled softly at him, nodding. [color=#F08080]"Thanks, dad."[/color]

A small silence sat between them a few moments before Marcus shifted in his stance, tilting his head. [color=#5D6D7E]"Will you be going to The Center after school?"[/color]

[color=#F08080]"Yeah, probably. I'll ask someone for a ride, though. Shouldn't be hard to find one. Got a few friends who have their own cars. I'll be fine."[/color]

[color=#5D6D7E]"Call or text if anything changes, alright?"[/color]

Davina smirked slightly, half-ass saluting Marcus. [color=#F08080]"You got it."[/color]

With that, she turned around to head towards the lacrosse field, pulling her phone out to type a message to her bestie K.C.

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[color=#00FFFF][b]𝙱.𝙱.𝙸.𝙺.[/b]💀💋[/color][/sub]
[right][sub][color=#F08080][b]Davina[/b][/color]
	- 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.. 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠😜[/sub][/right][/color][/cell][/table][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[color=#2E8B57]"Parece que te pusiste algo de color durante el verano, gringa."[/color]

The familiar voice caught her attention as she clicked her phone off. There was only one person she knew who called her 'gringa'. Of course, he always assured her he meant it as a term of endearment. Whether Davina actually believed Benny was another story. The girl rolled her eyes, bringing them up to meet with his as she closed the distance between them, eventually walking side-by-side to the lacrosse field together.

[color=#F08080]"Hello to you too, [I]Ezra[/i]. And yeah, I did. Burnt myself a few times at the beach over the summer."[/color]

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[color=#2E8B57][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color]
[color=#2E8B57][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Heading to Lacrosse Field → Bleachers at Lacrosse Field[/color][/sup]
[sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Davina Devereaux[/color][/sup]
[sup][b][u]OTD[/u][/b]: [url=https://www.toptrendsguide.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/Trendy-Skinny-Jeans-Outfits-For-Teenage-Guys.jpg]₪[/url] [color=lightgray]Outfit[/color][/sup][/color]
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[color=#2E8B57]"Mm. If you weren't so damn whitewashed, you wouldn't burn so easily, now would ya?"[/color] Ezra smirked slightly, keeping his gaze ahead of them as the two walked together, making their way up the path between the auditorium and the 400 building. It was always a peaceful walk through there. The tall trees that covered the path in a nice shade always seemed welcoming. It was the spot where Ezra had first started hanging out when he arrived at the school till he quickly realized that a lot of the weird band geeks hung out there at lunchtime. The boy quickly found himself a new place to escape during lunch hour.

[color=#F08080]"It actually usually takes me being out in the sun all day for me to get [I]burnt[/i]. I could be out in the sun for a couple of hours and be just fine.[/color] The girl shrugged beside him, kicking a small stick off the path into the dirt as they walked. Ezra just nodded, not really having anything to say in reply to that. The two never really talked that much, but were friendly enough they could hold small conversations. That's about all they were good for. That, and Ezra occasionally copying her History or English homework. The two students stepped out from the shadows with the sun's rays beating down on them as they swerved through the bungalows and slipped out onto the lacrosse field where the festivities were taking place. A sea of students and a handful of teachers scattered around, some clumped together in groups as they all pushed past each other to get to where they were going.

Ezra stopped at the edge of the field and let Davina disappear off into the crowd, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket as he looked over the crowd of people. He'd forgotten to grab his wallet on his way out this morning. His stomach growled and his mouth watered as he took in all the smells coming from the carnival, clenching his jaw in frustration at himself as he finally forced himself forward towards the bleachers. The boy climbed up a couple of rows before taking a seat against the end, resting his head against the side of the bleachers as he overlooked everything, swallowing hard as his mouth continued to water nonstop.

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[color=#DB8733][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]300 Building → Front Office → Nurse's Office → 300 Building → 400 Building[/color][/sup]
[sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray]Nurse Catelyn; Damien [b][via text][/b] and Sasha Lopez[@Vicier][/color][/sup]
[sup][b][u]OTD[/u]:[/b] [color=lightgray][url=https://the-sister-studio.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/flatlay.jpg]₪[/url] Outfit[/color][/sup][/color]
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Pushing her way out from the 300 building's glass double doors, glancing over at the front gate desk where Jordy sat, offering a friendly smile and a wave to the young man before letting herself into the front office. Sam gave a slight nod to the front desk attendant and student aid as she carried herself down the hall to the nurse's office, popping her head in, opening her mouth to say something but the nurse, Miss Catelyn, beat her to it.

[color=#808000]"First day, barely even the second hour in and you're already trying to get out of it, eh?"[/color]

Sam smiled kindly at the woman and shook her head, looking around the office before returning her gaze to the nurse. [color=#DB8733]"Actually looking for a friend of mine who wasn't feeling well, was just seeing if she came here or not. Sasha Lopez?"[/color]

[color=#808000]"Unfortunately dear, I'm afraid your friend's not here. The only visitors I've had today have been a couple of ninth-year boys. I'm sorry."[/color]

Sam nodded, sighing softly as she stepped away to begin heading off before stopping herself, returning to the doorway with an apologetic, rather sheepish grin. [color=#DB8733]"Thank you."[/color] The brunette headed back up the hallway she'd come from, again passing by the front desk as she pushed her way back out into the fresh air just as she felt a text roll in. Sam pulled her phone out and quickly unlocked it, checking the texts from her best friend. [I]And[/i] a text from her boyfriend that she must have gotten while talking with the nurse. First, Sasha.

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[color=#5097A4][b]𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑[/b]👑🤞[/color]
	- 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.		
	- 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
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Sam stared down at the words on her phone screen for a minute, chewing at her lower lip deep in thought. [color=#DB8733][i]Which one, Sash..? There are literally like twelve bathrooms on campus.[/i][/color] Thinking about it a moment, Sam turned her head to glance up at the 300 building. There was a bathroom there, which would have been easy access from the 900 building bridge had Sasha taken the staircase she'd run into that boy Ezra at. There was also one in the hall of the 400 building just below the 900. The 400 building bathroom was closer, but... just in case.. Sam let herself into the 300 building and sped walk to the bathroom door, holding it open as she peeked in to call out to Sasha. The girl stood there a moment or two, and with no reply, she let go of the door and quickly made her way down to the other end of the hall to head across to the 400 bathroom. 

[color=#DB8733][i]Shit, Damien.[/i][/color] Pulling her phone back out from her back pocket, Sam checked the couple of messages she had received from her lover, tapping out a quick reply as she passed through the open door into the 400 building.

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[color=#8F9779][b]𝙱𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚊[/b]👩‍❤️‍👨💍[/color]
	- 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎...					
	- 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑,
	𝚃𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍
	𝚑𝚎𝚛.[/sub]
[right][sub][color=#DB8733][b]Sam[/b][/color]
	- 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎
	𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙳𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚋𝚜. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛.[/sub][/right]
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Sam shoved the bathroom door open with her shoulder, rounding the corner to find her best friend Sasha standing in front of one of the sinks, eyes forward staring at herself in the mirror. [color=#DB8733]"Hey, what's up?"[/color] From what little she could see of her face as she closed the distance between her and the other girl, it looked like she was about to be sick. It wasn't till Sam was standing right behind her that she realized Sasha had a pair of scissors in her one hand and a clump of hair in the other. Sam looked over her friend, noticing that she'd lopped off a good chunk of her long black hair. Her eyes found Sasha's in the mirror, seeing tears welling up in them, the picture before her was enough to break her heart.

[color=#DB8733]"[i]Hey![/i] Sash. What's going on?"[/color] Sam stepped to her friend's side so she could get a direct look at her face instead of eyeing her in the mirror. She reached her hand up and rubbed Sasha's back comfortingly, trying to keep her expression neutral as to not make the situation any worse than it may be for Sasha at that moment.