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“Get busy living or get busy dying.”

Stephen King

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

<sub>Don't Touch My Hair

Location: King's Academy
Interacting with: Julie MacMillan, Aurelio Astor, Stella Lambert, Ximena Garcia De la Fuente</sub>

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To say that Chanel missed Aurelio would be a bit of an understatement. After all, it had been a couple of years since the boy had practically disappeared off the face of the Earth. Chanel's smile was so wide that her cheeks had begun to hurt, and her laugh was loud and contagious as Aurelio lifted her off her feet and gave her a quick, dramatic spin. “Oh, my Fashion principessa, how I have missed thee!” The boy said as they continued to spin around in circles, and Chanel beamed in sheer delight. This bright look was almost instantly replaced with one of mock resentment, however, once Chanel had finally come back to her senses.

In swift motions, the young woman gave Aurelio a couple of light smacks on the back of his shoulder. "Boy, I've missed you so much," Chanel said with her brows furrowed, "You just up and disappeared on us. No texts, no phone calls, no Instagram DM's... You just left us hangin' like that. I mean, of course I forgive you, but shit." It wasn't until Chanel heard a sudden movement at the end of the table that she stopped grilling Aurelio; she figured that she'd ask Julie for any details on the boy's disappearance later on.

Chanel lifted her head to see none other than Stella Lambert standing at the end of their table; it only took her a few seconds to put together what had just happened. Stella greeted everyone at the table with a pained expression plastered across her face, but before Chanel could even utter a few words to her teammate, Aurelio piped up once more. “Who is she?” the boy whispered in her ear as he lowered her back to her feet and placed his arm across her shoulder. Chanel simply rolled her eyes as she slipped from underneath Aurelio's arm and took a seat in her rightful spot next to Julie. “You okay there, uh… sunshine?" The boy continued on. "I’m Aurelio aka the shared lover between these two cuties.”

Shortly after he said this, Julie introduced him as the "idiot who just arrived back to their fine establishment," a disgusted look plastered across her face as she did so, causing Chanel to let out a chuckle. "Stella, this 'idiot' is our friend Aurelio. Aurelio, Stella." Chanel simply left it at that, figuring she should also offer Stella some assistance with her skirt. "And yeah, girl! Come take a seat over here next to us. We'll have your skirt looking good as new in no time." But before Chanel could even scoot over a few inches to allow enough room for Stella, another familiar voice suddenly pierced the air.

“Oh, thank god just who I needed to see," the voice called from across the courtyard, and Chanel's eye slightly twitched in response. It wasn't long before Ximena De la Fuente had strutted up to the growing group, and it took every ounce of willpower in Chanel's body for her to refrain from flashing the girl an annoyed look. “While it’s all very nice to see you all here again in such short notice, I need to borrow Aurelio for a bit," XiXi said once she'd reached their table. "Of course, if that’s okay with the rest of you. I’ll have him back to you in a jiffy.” The young woman ended her sentence with wide, toothy grin; Chanel narrowed her eyes and forced a similar smile upon her own face.

"It's always good to see you, XiXi," Chanel said, "And I'm sure that's not a problem with any of us. He's all yours."

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What Are You Listening To?

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

<sub>1. Tru Shit - Jacob Latimore ft. Trevor Jackson
2. Chicago Boy - Ari Lennox
3. Go Loko - YG ft. Tyga & Jon Z
4. Fucc It Up - Roddy Ricch
5. Low - Lenny Kravitz
6. Don't Hurt Yourself - Beyonce ft. Jack White
7. I Won't - H.E.R.
8. Unholy War - Jacob Banks
9. Still In Love - Thirdstory ft. Eryn Allen Kane
0. Not Discuss It - St. Beauty</sub>

Redwood Apartments, Silvervale, LA

_{{“If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor.”}}

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When Makyla Jones woke up that Wednesday morning, her limbs felt strong, and her muscles no longer felt rusty as they had the first time she'd started living in the Redwood apartment complex; they felt clean and ready. There was a residue of feeling right. See, most people would complain that the morning after they partake in strenuous body conditioning and half-hour long weight training, they feel like lead. But the mornings after Kyla works out, she feels like quick-silver; she feels alive. Throughout her entire life, exercise was one of the only things that kept her going; it was what kept her sane. There was simply something therapeutic about the sound of her shoes thumping as they glided across the treadmill or the slight burn she felt in her tricep muscles when she did a few bench presses. Throughout these last few months that she has spent in the small town of Silvervale, Louisiana after leaving her beloved home city behind, exercise often seemed to be one of the only glints of light in her lopsided life. Well, that and booze.

Every weekday was the same for Kyla: her cell phone alarm would wake her up at precisely seven o'clock, prompting her to quickly slide out of bed, take a shower, throw on a clean outfit, and shove whatever she needed for class into her over-sized purse. She'd then go on to spend the first portion of her day down at the university; if she wasn't in class, then she was brainstorming ideas for whatever YouTube video she planned on filming later on in the afternoon. Hours would go by before Kyla would begin her walk back to the apartment complex, and even then she would only have a little over an hour to herself before she'd have to change clothes once more and shoot her latest video.

Being in front of a camera wasn't too hard of a task for someone like Kyla; she had the charisma and people skills necessary to keep her targeted audience entertained while earning just enough money from this side hustle to keep her bills paid. And although she loved making others laugh, Kyla certainly didn't have any plans to continue filming these videos after she accomplished her actual career goals; she always reminded herself before pressing the record button that all of this was just temporary. "You'll be out of school and designing clothes before you know it," she'd tell herself as she sat in her stool and peered into her handheld mirror. "This is just a little pit stop on your journey to the stars..."

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It wasn't uncommon to find Makyla Jones cooped up in her bedroom after coming home from class. If you just so happened to be the poor soul who was unfortunate enough to live in the room directly beneath hers, you'd eventually grow tired of the thumping of her sneakers against the wooden floors as she did a few jumping jacks. You'd probably bang on your ceiling, yelling at Kyla to cut it out; but chances are, she probably wouldn't hear your protests over the music that blared through her mounted speaker. Exercising was something that Kyla did fairly often to clear her head, which meant that it was all she did whenever she had free time; she especially needed to get in a few reps that night in order to burn off the cinnamon pancakes Junhoe had prepared for she and Nadia earlier that morning. In fact, the only reason she decided to end that night's session off earlier than normal was because of something she'd noticed on the bulletin board a couple of days before.

Of course, Kyla made sure it was known that she'd be attending. There was no way she'd pass up a good party, even if it was just a small one that would be held on the rooftop. After tossing her Air Jordan's into her closet, Kyla hopped into the shower once more. By the time eight o'clock rolled around, she had just finished touching up the makeup that she'd nearly sweated off during her workout session. Once she was sure that everything was in its rightful place and condition, the young woman grabbed an unopened bottle of liquor from one of the kitchen cabinets and made her way up to the rooftop. "I brought some booooze!" Kyla announced in a sing-song voice to the small group, holding up the bottle as she made her way towards the nearest table. Setting the bottle down, she looked up at the rest of the tenants with a smile before adding, "My mom used to always tell me to not show up to a party empty-handed; 'Southern Hospitality' or something like that, even though we're not even from down this way..."

Kyla's voice trailed off as she took a quick glance around the rooftop area. Her eyes almost instantly landed upon Bert, who stood near the karaoke machine with a screwdriver in his hand. Standing close by was someone whom Kyla easily knew to be the new girl from a couple of doors down the hall; while she couldn't recall her name, she did recognize her face. Nick Blackwell stood on the other side of Bert, and he'd just opened his mouth to speak when Kyla decided to focus her attention back on the unopened bottle of booze she'd just supplied them all with. "Guess I'll go ahead and get an early start while I wait for everyone else to show..." the young woman muttered under her breath before picking up the glass once more and heading off to find the plastic cups.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

<sub>Sky's the Limit

Location: King's Academy
Interacting with: Georgia Fielders</sub>

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Carter surely hadn't been expecting the young woman from the day before to hand him the small slip of paper containing her name and cell phone number; it usually would've taken a little more effort on his part. And in all honesty, he was just being a little nosy when he asked her about a party. Nevertheless, the boy had accepted it with a half smile and a slight tilt of his head before he watched her stroll out of the grocery store. Of course, Carter never had any real intentions of actually going to Bea's little gathering. Instead, the young man had quickly added the girl as a contact in his phone before paying for his own items and heading back to his home; he'd figured that he would hit her up at another time.

However, Carter assumed that the moment right after the Senior assembly had let out wouldn't be the best time for him to approach the young woman once more. Carter watched through curious eyes from the comfort of his own vehicle as Beatrice interacted with a boy he had difficulty recognizing; he figured that he must've been one of the newer students. Carter only watched the two for a minute longer before grabbing the packed lunch he'd originally left in the passenger seat, exiting his car, and heading back towards the school. Carter didn't stop walking until he reached the overly crowded cafeteria; he only scanned the room for a brief second before deciding against trying to find any of his friends to sit with. Instead, Carter made a beeline for the nearest table with an available seat.

"You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" Carter asked the girl who occupied the space as he placed his lunch bag down on the table in front of him. He patiently waited for her approval before finally taking a seat, and it wasn't until then that he realized who the girl was. "You're Georgia, right?" The young man spoke up again as he removed his container of beef empanadas from the brown paper bag. "I think we have a class together... English, right?"