People are simply living out their lives, individuals of all ages living in the peaceful city of Ribatin. There are two schools that go from 1st to 12th Grades, Ribatin State School, a public school for those who cannot afford to attend Heshin Academy or get in by a scholarship, the prestigious privately owned academy with state of the art technology including 3D printers and individual laptops issued to the students (consumnable fees applying of course). Ribatin also has multiple cafés and restaurants, some locally owned and some branches of popular brands. There are also many other workplaces, too many to individually name. The population is nearly at 5'000, but due to lack of recent tourism attempts people rarely move in or out nowadays.

Leo:

As my alarm clock goes off, I quickly wake up, turn it off and get a jacket and jeans on, then I exit into one of the many hallways in my family's small manor with more rooms we can ever use and into a kitchen. I cook myself and my sister some bacon and eggs for a change. Since Heshin Academy starts classes half an hour later she is probably still asleep, so I put her food on a plate and brought it into her room, putting it onto her bedside table. I spend a bit of time dying my hair, then for something extra special I call my limo driver to take me up to school. School is only a kilometre off and I normally walk, but I felt like showing off a bit.

Hearing the pop of a ball as it flew out of the machine I moved. Heart racing, blooding pounding, muscles stretching, and sweat dripping was all I could think about as I moved across the base line. Returning the ball across the net. I stopped as Coach turned off the ball machine giving me some of his praise. I was only player on the court since it was morning and I basically had to beg the coach to let me practice. Thanking the coach, I sighed looking at Heshin Academy. It was my first day at this school and hitting some balls could only do so much for my nervousness. Walking into the locker room I showered and dressed before walking back out to got to a new place.

Llewyn lazily gets up, his alarm ringing. He rubs his eyes as he makes his way into the kitchen to brew enough coffee to actually make it through the day. He makes his way to the washroom and stares in the mirror, contemplating whether or not he should actually do anything with his hair. After a while of thinking he just decides that he doesn't want to have to deal with any of that and goes back to get the coffee which had been successfully made. He pours it into a travel mug and carries it towards the closet by the front door. Taking out his coat he leaves the house to walk to work. Funny it seems that his father decided to hire no one to actually man the registers other than himself and his own son. As Llewyn arrives at the front door to 'Revolutions' he looks at the ratty "HELP WANTED" sign still hanging on the door after all these years, after briefly wondering whether anyone will actually take up the offer he unlocks the door and opens it. Inside he sees the store he's come to know, the walls and most of the shelves painted a dark purple colour, the shelves hold hundreds of records, from classics to new indie releases. Other, smaller shelves house CDs and DVDs, but they are much less prominent. The walls are plastered with posters, many are concert posters from days past, some even had taken place on the upper floor of this store. Llewyn yawns as he takes his place behind the counter of the store. He hangs his coat behind him as he picks up a record sleeve from underneath the counter. He decided that as much as he would like to play some loud noise or punk rock album to try to wake him up, some customers that come, even if they were few and far between, might not enjoy the same type of music. He places the record on the platter of the record player connected to the store's sound system and presses play, letting the music fill the air around him.

Danny, trying to awaken from her rejunvenating slumber, groaned as she threw the sheets off her body. She begrudgingly got to her feet and walked in a zombie-like manner toward her closet. All she could do was what has been implanted in her brain since she first dyed her hair. Thank god she had pictures or she would've had no clue what her natural hair color was. She threw on a black t-shirt, black and torn skinny jeans, combat boots, a chain for her jeans, and a leather jacket. Yep, she looked awesome, as usual. She quickly put on her makeup and brush her hair into a ponytail with her bangs over her face somewhat. She walked out of the house and got on her motorcycle to get to school.

Walking into the school Alister looked down at his schedule. Coming to the locker number that was on the paper he stopped. Opening it he started to get stituated into his locker, orginizing it. "This is going to be a long day." He thought to himself as he slouched against his locker.

Richard searched his pocket for the keys for his classroom with his right hand, while holding a cup of coffee and a stack of papers in the other. After locating them, he used the keys and pushed the door open, flipping on the light switch with his elbow. He tossed his papers onto the desk and plopped down into his chair, looking ahead at the barren classroom ahead of him. It was still early in the morning, and school hadn't started yet. Richard took a sip of his coffee in an attempt to refresh himself, and started shuffling through his papers, preparing for the day ahead of him. Being a teacher could be stressful and tiring some days, though he was content with it most of the time and was thankful for the job.

Kendall, as usual, was the first one to wake up in her house. Her mother was knocked out on the couch, so she decided to let her have a few extra minutes of sleep before it would be time to drop her off at school. She had already showered, gotten dressed, and put all of her school things her bag. Walking into the kitchen, she cut the light on and opened the fridge in search of breakfast. Of course there was no milk, cereal, or even bacon, so a quick omelet would have to suffice. She pulled the eggs and ham out of the refrigerator and then shut it, placing the items on the counter. She took one look at the clock on the stove, and her eyes widened.
"Mom, we over slept! I thought we had more time!" She screamed, running into the living room again. Her mother sat up with a jolt, her hair messy and her eyes bloodshot red. "Mom, you have to drive me to school!" She reminded her, and her mom was off the couch and up the stairs in record time. She didn't even bother putting on shoes, but her fuzzy pink slippers instead.

"Let's go, kiddo!"

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Kendall smiled and gave her mom a quick hug before she got out of the old, maroon colored minivan. She stood in the parking lot and watched as her mom pulled off and sped back towards their home. Sighing and muttering to herself, she started towards the doors ignoring all of the other kids in the lot. Then she heard a loud ripping noise, and her bag fell off her shoulders. Her papers flew out of the bag, and her bag had a great big tear in it.

Hearing the bell ring Alister hurried off to his first class. Sitting down he slouched in the chair wait for class to start.

(Sorry for the short post didn't want this to dry up that quick)