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    Dakota awoke to the beeping of his alarm clock that Monday morning. After muttering a few curses, he reached over and hit the snooze button, figuring he could afford to lose five minutes from his morning. After a moment or two of staring at his bare ceiling, Dakota rolled himself out of bed and turned off his alarm. He groggily trudged to his bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth. When he finished with that, he hurriedly combed his brown, shaggy hair and then left back to his bedroom. After a few minutes of digging through his disorganized closet, Dakota finally settled on a pair of jean shorts and a fitted grey shirt. With a satisfied smile, he made his way downstairs.


    His parents had already left for work long before Dakota had gotten up, which left the task of finding breakfast up to him. The young man poured himself a small bowl of cereal and wolfed it down quickly. Once finished, he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder before heading out the door and to his bus stop. Dakota sat near the back of the bus, along with the rest of the popular kids. Upon boarding, he nodded his greetings to a few of his closer friends before slumping down into the only empty seat left available.


    It didn't take long to get to school, considering his house was about a five minute's drive from it. When the bus pulled into the drop off section of the parking lot, Dakota rose from his spot and stepped into the aisle, waiting to get off. Soon enough, he was walking into the school and towards his locker for the year. He entered his combination, causing his locker to pop open. Dakota quickly stuffed his backpack in and pulled out all the books he would need for his first class. Once he had all of his materials, Dakota slammed his locker shut and navigated the hall, looking for his first class.


    Though school had been in session for about a week now, Dakota still had trouble memorizing the locations of all of his classes. After a while of searching, the young man had finally found the correct room. He entered briskly and headed toward the back of the classroom, where he was able to get away with slacking off. Dakota sat down and immediately pulled out his cell phone and ear buds. He turned his music all the way up in order to tune out the group of girls who were gossiping next to him.
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    [align=center][color=transparent]#Lightsymadethis


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    Sudden blaring noise dragged Madeline out of sleep against her will hand flailing in a futile attempt to find the alarm. She pried open her eyes squinting against the sudden light to find it had not been the alarm. Nearby her home the city was repairing cracked and rough roads, meaning she woke up to the delightful sound of trucks and jackhammers each morning. She pulled herself from the small twin bed and towards her closet. Through saving the money from her job that did not go to keeping the family afloat she had managed to buy herself things she needed. A newer model phone, a laptop, she had gathered a decent collection of clothing, all used so that it would not be apparent just how much they struggled to pay the bills and have anything left over for food. She pulled on a white tank top and tucked it into ripped black jeans with combat boots to top it off, why not go for an edgier look today, give her a reason to look brooding instead of hiding.


    She also managed to get a small number of lipsticks though she did not waste any more money on other make-up, all the colors drug store brand. Some name brands given by friends who didn't want them or exchanging old tubes. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, went through the usual morning routine. When she left she had topped the outfit off with maroon stained lips. A white backpack slung over her shoulder. A cheap brand, no more than 15 dollars, but she got along with the excuse if was to draw on, seeing as she did that anyways. She called out to the apartment a goodbye, unsure if her mother was even home. It took two city buses and she was at school. Greeted by her friend Alex at the gates. he held out an energy drink with an apologetic smile and she gladly accepted. Alex was the only one who knew of her home life, he was the only one she trusted. She leaned into his side letting her eyes fall shut. "They're still at it. Tonight I'm going to your house, I need sleep and I need attention." a small smile up at him the brunette did not even bother responding with anything other than a hum.


    Alex was not popular, he was known and liked, but not really popular. He was not rich but neither did his family struggle with money. Madeline needed attention. What she means is not the attention the school gives her, or the gossiping idiots she has to be friends with--some of them are nice--she wants comfort. What she wants is to curl up in Alex's lap and let him put her to sleep. He was her safety blanket and he knew exactly how to calm her enough she falls asleep. Besides she has to deal with Dakota all first period and that is hell. She took a long drink of the energy drink letting her eyes fall shut and a soft smile grace her features while she leaned into the warmth of his side. "Look, get yourself through the day, through first period-" there was a knowing pause, "Then you can come over, I'll give you a ride unless you have work."


    She gave a thankful nudge before speaking "Thankfully they gave me today off but I'm working a double tomorrow, half night shift." He seemed about to talk but the five minute bell rang and she wrapped an arm around his waist for a squeeze before beading to her class. Madeline knew she was lucky she got to go so long without being surrounded by people. She was in between boyfriends so she didn't have to deal with jealousy either. Entering the classroom she took one of the few open seats left, in the back. Annoyed the only option where her friends were was near Dakota. AP Psychology. Her favorite subject with her least favorite human. The bell rang again and the teacher started droning, something she promptly tuned out in favor of scribbling messy notes of her own in the notebook. Her attention snapped back when the word project came out.


    The enthusiasm died the moment she said it was partners, and that she would be choosing. As long as the partner isn't- "Madeline and Dakota" f*ck. Instructions were choose a disorder, you needed a poster with visuals and base information and a write up. Madeline had all A's, she was not going to let this idiot mess it up for her. "Got any ideas? I was thinking paranoid personality disorder. And we need times and places to work together." Right to business. She was already writing down concepts and ideas on structure in her barely legible script.


    [I forgot I am going to be mostly, maybe fully, inactive the next three days. Comic convention.]
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    [font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Madeline Clemency Sweeney


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