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.