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Altered Tundra
Moon Child
Captain Uni
NeziulLilac Diana Rider
Locations: Home, Arrowsmith High Freshmen Homeroom
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"Puuurrrrr..."
Four years Lilac had been living with Mr. Samson, and yet in all that time, she had never grown accustomed to his wake-up calls. She wasn't sure if it was the overall weirdness of having to rely on a cat to wake her up, or the extreme variety in which he did so. This morning, for example, Lilac awoke to find the cat sitting next to her head, dragging his little rough paw across her face, as if to pet her. And, just like every other morning, he jumped off at the first sign of movement from Lilac.
The girl wasted no time in jumping off the bed and grabbing clothes from her dresser, taking a quick glance at the clock on the wall, seeing, thankfully, that it was still only 5:30 in the morning. She opened up the door and took a sharp left, entering the bathroom. She then proceeded to take a shower, before coming back out around ten minutes later, her hair still wet. She then entered the kitchen, greeted by the sweet smell of chocolate. She also saw her mother in there, working away.
"Hey honey!" Her mom said, not bothering to turn around and face her daughter. "You're breakfast is on the counter near the door."
Lilac moved her eyes to the counter closest to her, and found a fresh bear claw. "Thanks mom..." She mumbled, taking a step forward and grabbing the pastry. She brought it to her mouth and bit into it, her lips curling upward a little as the taste of the sweet, sugary baked good spread through her mouth. She continued to devour it with big, slow bites, until only the stickiness of the pastry remained on her fingers, which was too eliminated by a few licks. Lilac grabbed a paper towel and wiped her hands, before muttering out a silent 'goodbye' to her mother.
"Goodbye honey!" She heard her mother say as she left the kitchen. "And don't forget your backpack!" Lilac had, in fact, almost forgotten her backpack, and would have been backpack-less all day had it not been for her mom. So she quickly grabbed her bag out of her room and marched out of the house.
It didn't take Lilac long to get to school, and she arrived about the same time that most everyone else was getting there. She sauntered over to her homeroom, which her last school hadn't had, and promptly entered and scanned the rows and columns of desks she could choose from, but did so in a way that best concealed her permanent glare, as she was not wearing her sunglasses. She quickly decided that the back row would not be the best option, as it would probably look like she was trying not to be noticed, which would, in turn, make more people notice her. So, instead, she made her way to the second to last row, hoping that that wouldn't draw too much attention. She got to her seat and waited for a few minutes, before a woman, the teacher, Lilac assumed, began speaking. The woman handed out papers and gave directions, ones that Lilac didn't want to follow. But she had no choice, so, per the teacher's instructions, she wrote her name on one paper and decorated the other (though they weren't great decorations). She wasn't really annoyed when the teacher told them to rip and crumple their decorated paper, so she did so without hesitation. Then came a part of the class which she found horrifying: the get to know you activities. This class's was two truths and a lie, a game that had haunted her repeatedly in her middle school career. She did her best to shrink into her seat, silently listening to the other people's stories. And when she realized her hood was up, she quickly pulled it down, hoping that it hadn't directed to much attention her way.
and the other things. But yeah. We will get there when we get there!