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Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 7:20am | Carlyle Residence
Winter awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She didn't really need an alarm anyway. She often got up early in order to ensure she was properly fed before school. It wasn't like her parents would be home anyway. Often times the house was empty, save for their butler, and he often had his own chores to deal with.
Winter threw the covers off her bed and walked to the bathroom, where her clothes were already picked out from the night before. She looked into the mirror. Bed head and sleepy eyed, she checked herself over. Even her father agreed that with every passing year, she looked more and more like her mother. The thought along choked her up. She couldn't remember her mother very well apart from pictures showed during holidays. Her father tried his best, she knew that. Even her step-mother did what she could to be there for Winter, but the two of them were often away on "business trips". She used the words loosely, as often these trips were in tropical locations she was sure no business of her father's.
Yes, Winter was often used to being alone. Hell, she was used to it at school, surrounded by people she called her friends. She knew better. She had precious few people she actually liked, the others were there for status only. Winter would have to be blind to not see that people glommed on to her in the hopes of grasping any ounce of popularity they could manage. It sickened her that people would act like that, but it sickened her more that she perpetuated it. Was it out of fear that she would lose one of the best things going for her? Or was she actually enjoying it?
She shook her head. No, she hated acting like that, but she couldn't stop. Popularity was like a drug. She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower for a quick, hot rinse off before getting ready for school.
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Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 08:16am | Parking Lot
Winter drove her car into her spot, ready to face the day. She got out and locked it before she heard the screaming and cheering of a nearby group of girls she couldn't bother remembering the names of. They squealed as if Winter had been gone for years, hugging her, asking where she went to get so tan and if that outfit was new. She answered questions as they came. No, she had this outfit forever. No, she didn't go anywere. Henry was dumped two years ago (you freaking idiot). Soon, the herd scrambled inside to find out their homerooms. Winter was not concerned about that so much as the new class she saw when she got her schedule.
Social Conscience.
She had never heard of the class before and she sure as hell did not sign up for it. Her father immediately called the school, asking why his daughter was placed in such a class. He hinted at all the funding he provided for the school in the past, but the principal would not be moved, highlighting it would be beneficial for Winter as it would look good on college applications and would provide real world experience for her she would be unlikely to get anywhere else. Plus, it was already put on paper.
So she was stuck with it. Some new hotshot teacher thinking he could come in and change the school? She thought not. High school was a minefield. You had to be careful where you stepped because, one wrong move, and boom!
She walked into the hallway and perused the list for her homeroom class. She knew her schedule already, but she was curious to see what else she got. She made a beeline for her locker, avoiding as many interactions as she could. Some girl saying they should hang out later (not likely). Some jock dude wolf whistling at her and saying she had a, quote, "nice ass" (not gonna happen jackass). She made it to her locker without much pain until she heard her voice.
"Oh. My. God! Winter? How are you?" There was only one person in all of Mather Memorial High School that could sound that perky and hostile all in one.
Trinity Sandwell.
The viper in Prada skin shuffled over to her and gave her an air hug. Winter fought the urge to vomit.
Trinity! So good to see you? Have you lost weight?" The subtle dig would hopefully drive the girl away quickly. Trinity and Winter had a long-standing rivalry that went on years. The two often clashed in most things, mainly on Trinity's side. If Winter tried out for the school play, so did Trinity. If Winter wanted to date Bradley Farmer, Trinity wanted to date his older brother. She always wanted to one-up her. Her attempts often went south, but so long as it got under Winter's skin, Trinity was happy.
"Oh Winter, so sweet as always! Actually, daddy bought me a new nose and a boob job! I'll ask him for the number of the guy I saw for you. Thank me later!" Trinity walked away, thankfully, because otherwise Winter would have punched her.
Bitch.
The school assembly came and went as the new teacher got up to speak a few words. She listened to him intently, ignoring the commotion around her as other students made crass and rude comments about the man. He was interesting, to say the least. She was looking forward ot seeing how he taught.
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Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 10:40am | Physics Laboratory
Winter didn't like science too much. Truth be told, she loved math. However, she was not expecting to have the new teacher be her physics professor.
As he spoke, she could respect his confidence. She put her phone away before class started. After all, if she wanted to talk to anyone she could easily do so in person. Plus, she had gotten in trouble for it in the past. The girl behind her though, seemed not to listen as she could hear the clicking of the buttons being pushed down.
Before she knew it, the teacher was throwing something and the girl behind her screamed. Her phone dropped and Winter fought the urge to laugh. It was justice served cold and she could appreciate that. The girl blushed and picked her phone back up and put it away.
Now she was intrigued.
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Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 2:20 PM | The Loft
Winter made her way up the stairs. She was sure there was nothing up here apart from dust, but an old classroom awaited her. She entered and saw other students sitting around. She recognized a few of them, others not so much. It seemed this class' attempt to put together those from various social circles would be in vain. She was sure that those in the room would not get along with the others.
She eyed the teacher, wondering if he remembered her from Physics class. She picked up the passcard he mentioned, studying it as she studied him. And then he mentioned Scott.
She hadn't interacted with Scott much. She noted he was cute, but he seemed like trouble. It wasn't all too surprising he got himself killed. She heard rumors. Run in with the law. Drug deal gone bad. Ex-lover got revenge. It was so easy to spread rumors. She felt sorry that he was gone.
Still, the question intrigued her. She thought on it for a bit before answering.
"Man has morals. Animals don't. Granted, our morality can be skewed in our own interests. A serial killer may feel he is doing God's work when he strangles countless women. Animals do what is in their insticts. They attack and defend themselves as nature has taught them. It could be argued that man does that too. But we also feel guilt. Remorse. Love and hate."
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