[table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img] https://www.instyle.es/medio/2017/05/03/un-toque-de-su-estilo-roquero-informal-y-muy-moderno_9c29812f.jpg[/img][/right][/cell] [cell][indent][/indent] [indent][/indent] [img] https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210816/3612ca78f0e9f4542c40297f0c6d9ab6.png[/img] [img] https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210730/061ca48809d0e154d7aa816fd58b66c0.png[/img] [color=#FE7F9C][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=#FE7F9C][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] Loft → Delbrook Academy[/sup] [sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] N/A[/sup][/color] [color=#FE7F9C][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] [center][img] https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210813/824aaddd0f587d5b4615ea5202bbd90d.png[/img] [color=#FE7F9C][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/center] Water dripped onto the tiled floor, tresses of damp hair being gently held to keep it from flying in all directions as the hairdryer loudly ran past it. Her hands kept up the mundane task of drying hair while her mind wandered, spiraling over all the details that left her nervous about the day. This would be the first time she entered a school, let alone an official classroom since she was in elementary school. What if this was a mistake? What if she just embarrassed herself and made a mess of everything? What if she didn’t like it and her brother’s last kind gesture went to waste? No, she wouldn’t let that happen even if the worst came about but still, this was a big step. One of many she had been making recently and Charlotte could only force herself to look at the bright side and hope for the best. Her father was at least making an effort in her life even if it was for all the wrong reasons and her mother was just waiting in the wings for her to fail so she could rub it in her face and try to prove that she knew best on how Charlotte should live every aspect of her life. She wasn’t letting the woman get her clutches on her again if she had any say in the matter. She furiously shook her head, as if to ward off the unappealing thoughts and stood up, flipping her hair back into place instead of letting it dangle towards the floor so she could finish up and get ready for the rest of her morning. She snapped off the dryer, making her way up to the bedroom loft, and switching the towel she was currently wearing for a simple pair of jeans, a black shirt as well as a plaid button up thrown over the top with the sleeves rolled neatly to her elbow, and a pair of converse. Charlotte wanted to be comfy and relaxed, not worry about being a stylish perfect model for once. Sure, she lightly did her make-up which resulted in a lack of breakfast since she wanted to get to the campus early and at least get a map to figure out where she was going instead of being a lost lamb but in the end it was still worth the effort, at least in her opinion. Either way, she had been informed by her one last childhood connection, Danny, that the first day neither breakfast nor supplies were really needed but he hadn’t said why. She was just honestly looking forward to actually being able to see him in person instead of the random snuck text which could go months in between depending on her availability [s]which was more code of when she could trick her mother’s obsession to control her contact[/s] or looking over his Facebook though she never posted on hers. She was also looking forward to seeing everyone else from elementary school, instead of playing lurking on social media since she couldn’t risk texting multiple people that her mother had deemed ‘unworthy’. [color=FE7F9C]”Alright my toasty Marshmallow, I’ve got to run but you watch after the house for me, okay? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”[/color], she smiled, lavishing pets and chin scratches on the beautiful siamese while only receiving a ‘meow’ in response to her words...or more likely due to the stopping of said affection. [color=FE7F9C]”Good boy.”[/color], she praised, moving out of her crouched position as her phone chimed. ‘[i]Who on earth could that be?[/i]’, she thought, digging her phone out of her pocket. A sense of dread hit her and it felt like rocks were sinking into her stomach as she looked at the title name of who had texted. It wasn’t much of a surprise but it still made her shake in fear as well as anger as she gathered up the courage to at least open up the text and have a look. [quote]To: [color=#708090][b]Devil Incarnate[/b][/color] Don’t you think it’s about time you give up this rebellious act, young lady?[img]https://i.imgur.com/NwNNCCm.gif[/img][/quote] Charlotte glared, quickly hitting delete on the message before jamming her phone back into her pocket. She wasn’t going to dignify an answer to such a stupid question. Her mother was clearly still in her own world and thought she had done nothing wrong to her daughter growing up, that she was just being hard on her to encourage her to be her best self. Yeah fucking right! That was definitely not how it was in everyone else’s eyes. Crazy bitch was just lucky that all she wanted to do was wash her hands of it all instead of going to the police and trashing her reputation to everyone she knew or associated with. She wanted to text back a snippy reply, to tell her that it wasn’t a fucking act and that she was simply done being the woman’s whipping post but that would just make it worse. She would never see reason and a reply would just give her more ammo or worse, think she had won in some way by dragging out a reply. She didn’t need the headache which a conversation would absolutely bring. She took a deep breath, tossing on her leather jacket and sliding on her backpack before locking up and heading out. The drive was pleasant and gave her a chance for her temper to simmer and dissipate. Traffic held her up a bit but she was still reasonably early which she was thankful for as she yanked off her helmet, switching her leather jacket for her backpack in the bike's storage compartment and just hanging the helmet on the handle. If someone really wanted to be that much of a dickbag and steal something like head protection then more power to them. It was relatively easy to find the office, sorting out her paperwork and being released with map, lock, and schedule in hand. Charlotte ended up stopping by her locker to drop everything off since she knew it would hardly be of use the first day but was at least preparing for tomorrow before navigating the halls. It had taken a bit longer than she cared to admit but once she found the room, honestly, she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as she didn’t realize that lining up was something they did even in highschool. She remembered it from her elementary school days but it seemed childish still or maybe they just liked order? After a while, she started to believe the latter was the correct option as no other class was doing the same. She waited patiently, popping on her headsets so she could listen to music and not stand in complete boredom. Once the line started moving however, she slipped one of them out so she could at least pretend to pay attention. Charlotte gave a pleasant Spanish greeting to Miss Goldman before making her way in, looking for her assigned seat before plopping down. Her heart did a quick flutter as she noticed who exactly was across from her but tampered it down fast as she remembered that he was currently dating someone though who she couldn’t say, still she gave a brief wave with a soft smile and looked around to see if anyone else she knew was close by. She watched as people greeted each other, obviously knowing each other from last year while others were doing greetings to the new people around them. Miss Goldman quickly went over what she expected from the class and what they could expect shortly. The announcements were average and when she was asked to stand she did, going with the flow. She followed as requested to the assembly which was not her style whatsoever, both headphones promptly going in and ignoring the world around her for a bit. It totally didn’t click that this would have been the perfect moment to hunt down her friends to chat with them the whole time but oh well, no use crying over spilled milk as she was sure she could find them at the carnival. Charlotte only realized the assembly was over as people started to stand, the Seniors getting excited as they exited to the field. To say she was surprised was an understatement. Sure, she had listened to what to expect but when you hear school carnival, this was hardly what she had in mind. She thought they had just been exaggerating to make it sound more inviting. Instantly, she shoved her music into her free pocket, one single destination in mind as she sprinted excitedly to find a funnel cake stand and maybe somewhere for a corn dog before seeing if they had that dart balloon popping game…okay, maybe finding friends before games but they would understand the need for food first, right? It took a bit of wandering, shuffling through the crowd but finally she saw the most beautiful sign around [i]’Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes’[/i] and she made sure to pop in line pronto. [color=#FE7F9C]”Finally! Glad they had one…”[/color], she muttered to herself, the smell making her mouth water. Charlotte glanced at the menu while she waited and raised a brow in curiosity at deep-fried Oreos. [i]’Huh, maybe I’ll get one to try. I do like sweets after all and how bad can it be?’[/i], she thought to herself. [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right][img] https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/558670401048412183/959569135002587186/IMG_4636.gif[/img][/right][/cell] [cell][indent][/indent] [indent][/indent] [img] https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210322/0b23f9bc21dfbf8ef4bc157b95a9fd32.png[/img] [img] https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220401/22b148e38c7760c4d79258c000a37c1c.png[/img] [color=#4169E1][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color] [color=#4169E1][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] Home → Delbrook Academy[/sup] [sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] N/A[/sup][/color] [color=#4169E1][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/cell] [/row] [/table] [center][color=#4169E1][sup][b]______________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/b][/sup][/color][/center] There was a sharp intake of breath followed by the rustling of sheets as a chime loudly rang out. Arms stretched out, slipping out from under the covers as the sound of crackling pops followed just behind. The single occupant sat up with a groan, rubbing her eyes lazily as the background noise of the tv continuously droned on, some type of news program or whatever. The brunette scoffed at it, not giving trust into any of the bullshit they were trying to sell. [i]’Cause the news is so transparent, my ass...everyone has secrets or an agenda.’[/i], she thought. Her dark eyes finally fluttered open, a hiss on her lips as she blinked a few times against the harsh sunlight. Once she was again blessed with the gift of sight, she only found herself greeted with an amused smirk of a man with a cup of coffee in his hands while he watched her clear look of beyond belief confusion on why she was on the couch and not in her room. “Rough night, Jordan?” the older gentleman chuckled and held out the mug for her. She leaned forward, taking the mug gently and giving a quick dip with her arm in thanks before she took a swing only to spit it instantly back into the cup. [color=4169E1]”What the fuck is this? Sludge? Did your taste buds shrivel up and die, old man?”[/color], Jordan gagged with her nose wrinkled in disgust as she readjusted in her makeshift bed on the couch to place the vile drink onto the coffee table. The man gave a hearty chuckle, ruffling her messy bed hair before he happily took a seat in the recliner. “Now is that any way to talk to your favorite uncle? Next time get up and make your own coffee then.” he simply stated, turning his attention to the television.[color=4169E1]”Yeah, yeah, yeah. We both know you're my only uncle and besides, if I wasn’t given you a hard time then you wouldn’t feel loved.”[/color], she snickered. “You got me there, snapdragon. I’ve become immune to your insults and now they feel like compliments. I might take you to the hospital if something nice popped out.” he teased. [color=4169E1]”Ha ha Benny. Very funny. Why are you even watching this garbage?”[/color], Jordan asked honestly, standing up and digging under the pillow for her phone. “I like to be informed and besides, it doesn’t seem all that bad.” he shrugged gently. [color=4169E1]”Trust me, don’t fall into that corp….orate...bull….oh fuck my life!”[/color], she cursed, panic hitting her in the gut as she noticed she had set the wrong time for her phone and was most likely going to be late. [color=4169E1]”Why didn’t you wake me!?! I’m going to be late for school!”[/color] she whined, quickly racing to her room and digging into her dresser for clothes. “You looked like you could use the rest! Plus you need to learn to be independent!” Benny called out from the living room. [color=4169E1]”Did grandma really use that line on you as a kid or is this an Uncle Benny special just for me?!”[/color], she called from the bathroom, quickly slipping on a pair of black leggings and a simple grey shirt with a random print design. She didn’t have time to mess with her hair so she simply threw it up into a bun, placing a headband on that had a mix of color for a bit of pop to break up all the dull colors she had managed to grab. Jordan dashed to the front door, pulling on some running shoes and her leather jacket to complete her [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/628604259478536196/825875533975126047/image0.jpg]outfit[/url]. “She used it, though not sure I ever followed the advice even if it would have done me a world of good to do so.” he replied as Jordan rolled her eyes, ever the typical teenager. [color=4169E1]”Got to jet, old man! I’ll call you if I end up hanging instead of coming home right after school.”[/color] “Much appreciated. Drive safe, Snapdragon.” She watched him for a second longer, a gentle smile on her features before slamming the door shut and rushing to her truck. [color=4169E1]”Come on baby, let’s get this show on the road.”[/color], she said, petting her steering wheel lovingly before turning the key and peeling out of the driveway before getting onto the road. Jordan had been accurate that she was late as hell, slipping into the assembly as quietly as possible. She doubted her presence was completely missed in the homeroom and half the stuff was a rehash of last year so that was a plus. It might bite her later but when did she not get in trouble? Her grades were good so could the teachers really complain all that much? She sure didn’t think so. The whole assembly was snoozeville and she almost wished she had slept in longer but oh well. She was simply grateful when it was over and made it her mission to hunt down her favorite peeps. Food was better with friends after all and she didn’t plan to miss out on that fact.