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Jessica woke up at her usual time, having to get to school. Not that she wanted to go to school, but if she didn’t…well, she didn’t want to find out what would happen. She knew her parents wouldn’t be happy, and when she came back she would no doubt just be teased more. So it just wasn’t worth it.

Sighing, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, doing her normal morning routine of brushing her hair and teeth and such. She didn’t ever wear any makeup, really, so she didn’t have to worry about that. With all of that done, she went back into her room to put on her clothes. Today she just decided on some dark blue jeans, a white shirt, and a blue jacket since it was a bit cold out.

As she usually did, she went down to the dining room of their large house in silence, the entire house being pretty quiet at the moment. Her mother was already in the kitchen, just having finished up some breakfast. Victoria smiled at her adopted daughter, already having put on the makeup to cover up any bruises and she seemed as she always did. Pleasant and happy.

Jessica took her seat at the table, a plate of eggs and toast set in front of her by her mother. She thanked her quietly, then just began to eat, still having about twenty minutes or so before she had to leave for school.

Lewis walked down the stairs quietly. He had been up for some time but he didn't ever like comming downstairs first. The silence was always awefully loud in his ears in the morning. He pulled on a dark grey T-shirt and baggy washout jeans, slipping his normal black and white vans on and grabbing a sweatshirt on his way out the door. Another day of school. Another aweful day.

He walked into the kitchen, spotting Jess and his mother already awake and ready for the day.

"Morning..." He mumbled. "I swear the nights are getting shorter." He yawned as he opened the fridge and pulled out the orange juice. Finding it almost empty, he drank from the carton and finished it up, leaning against the counter top.

Darian woke up around nine; school had already started about a half an hour ago, but her mom would take care of that. She got up, and dressed herself in her usual goth look, wearing new shoes she had stolen from the mall the night before. She brushed her hair back, and put a rather new lighter she'd found in her pocket, before heading out the door. She never ate breakfast, Dari always had alot on her mind when she woke in the morning. Nobody saw her for who she was. When someone looked at her all they saw was that "rich emo girl who plays with fire". Of course she wasn't emo, or goth. But looking at the world, she sometimes felt that way. A style is a style, but the world is always more then it should be. Being popular had taught her the idiocracy of man. She didn't do well in school, but Dari was a very intelligent young girl. Rebellion had made her something better then being a scholar ever would; she saw the world through an amplified perspective.

Darian had been playing with her lighter along the way to school, when it suddenly went out. It had started raining. "Aww crap!" She hates rain, always said it would be better if it poured fire rather then water. She ran the rest of the way to school, muddying her new shoes. Today was not going well.

Damien woke up on the ground in an abandoned house, he stretched his arms out yawning and looking around the room. It was a complete mess, everything torn and strewn across the floor, he looked down where he slept laid a blanket and a his backpack. He quickly stuff the blanket into it the bag throwing it around his shoulder and walking out of the house. Looking up at the sunrise, he smiled, seeing all the different colors. Walking down the street corner with the regulars on the side begging for money. He flipped his hoody over his head and zipped up his black jacket and looked over seeing a friend of his about the age of 54 he sat down next to him taking out a granola bar from his backpack and handing it to the man. “So how’s the weather been buddy, you love rain right,” Damien spoke. He looked up at the man and he chuckle at Damien. “Of course I love sleeping in the muddy dirt, but look I found you a side job. I would do it but I’m just so darn old eh,” The man spoke jokily handing Damien a card with a school address on it. Damien smiled back up at the man, “So you want me to be a janitor?” Damien chuckled a little bit nodding his head and getting up slowly. “Don’t worry I’ll head over there and see what they say, if I get the job I’ll bring you guys back some fast food eh?” Damien waved at the man walking down the street heading to the better side of town, where the school was located. Being a janitor wasn’t his dream job, but there were people to feed that couldn’t take care of themselves.

Jessica looked up when her brother walked into the room, mumbling a quiet "morning" before getting back to eating breakfast. "The nights always seem short." She replied after a few moments, getting up and taking her plate to the sink. Victoria insisted on watching it, saying they would be late to school if they didn't get going.
"Take an umbrella you two, and go and get your sister. It's raining outside and I don't want any of you getting sick."

Lewis nodded. He didn't need an umbrella. That's what hoods were made of, but he wasn't about to fight with her about it. Instead, he reached in the closet and pulled out the old black umbrella they always took when it rained but never used.

On his way to the door, he packed his chemistry book into his grey bag. He didn't do his homework, but he always took them home to make it seem like he did. He told himself that one of these days he would actually open one of the unused books but until then, they were simply for show.

He leaned against the doorframe in the kitchen as he waited for his sisters, quiet but patiet.

Victoria smiled at all of her children, not knowing that each of them had their own issues. She figured they had some, as all teenagers did, but she didn't know the extent of them. She walked all of them to the door and saw them off, then went back inside to go about her day.

Jessica was quiet on the walk to school--she never really talked, even to her siblings. She wasn't sure how fond of her they were, and knew that at least Grace still didn't seem to like her much. She wasn't sure about Lewis--he confused her a little bit. He used to dislike her, she knew that much, but now he seemed to protect her sometimes, so she supposed he couldn't dislike her too much anymore.

Dari arived at school around second period. Nobody noticed her coming in the classroom; they were busy with the assignment their teacher had given them. Darian took a seat at the back of class, and started messing with her cell phone. This class was pointless; who need's history? It happend, it's in the past. Not affecting anyone in the present. Who cares?

Then she got caught by her teacher, and had her phone taken away, and was sent out of the classroom. "Stupid teachers..." she mumbled.
She didn't feel like dealing with school today, and since the rain seemed to have cleared up, she decided to skip the rest of the day.

Lewis nodded a silent goodbye to their mother. His sisters really weren't much for family but he really would do anything for them all. It was his father he wished to someday push down a well. Perhaps he would get the chance to eventually.

He opened the umbrella outside and gave it immediatly to Jess, knowing Grace wouldn't take it and knowing Jess probably didn't want it, he gave it to her anyways, thinking it would be the responsible thing to do. As responsible as he was which wasn't much.

He shooved his hands into his pockets as they tread through the rain all the way to school, hair plastered to his head as they arrived and he departed hesitantly from his sisters, glancing back at a group of kids sharply to make sure they buzzed off and dind't mess with either of the girls. He knew Jess wan't fully aware of the extents he went through to keep her safe from the vultures that filled the school but he could try to help at least.

He mentally hoped Grace would attempt to go to class today. He knew she had missed alot. He wasn't sure just how much but she had skipped. He sighed, hating to have to be the only responsible male adult in the family. The man of the house while his father worked and scowled. He wished he could be the irrational one one of these days.

Asmara awoke to the sound of rain tapping against the window and hands wandering up and down her back. Hot breath fanned out at the base of her neck and a few sloppy kisses landed there. Her eyes narrowed instantly.

"You're awake." The voice was raspy, rough, and smelled like beer and cigarettes. As he spoke, hands pawed at her waist. Asmara smirked, even chuckled a bit. She had only met him a few nights before and already he knew to keep him hands to himself. Rolling her eyes, she sat up, shoving him off of her easily. Her pajamas, flannel pants that were too long and an old tank top, rustled gently as she rummaged through the wreck of the apartment, looking for purse. He knew not to mess with her things too.

"Uh, yeah, I am. Where'd you put my purse, huh?" She paused and searched her memory for his name. It took less than a moment, really. Evan "Evan, it was on the table last night." She was annoyed. She needed to get dressed and get to her new temp job before Evan could get too interested in her. He was a nice guy sometimes and a good kisser. And he wasn't pushing her at the moment. Whether that was because he was a gentleman or because he was too afraid of her, she wasn't sure and neither did she care.

Evan rose from the bed and followed her, twining his arms around her waist. "Why? Stay. Hang out for a while." Asmara shivered and Evan mistook it for eagarness, because he pressed his lips earnestly to her neck. She slipped out of his reach.

"No, babe, I can't today. I've gotta get to this job." She made her voice as sweet as she could, willing him to believe that she meant it, that she perferred him. He pursed his lips, but let her go into the bathroom. No way was she going change in front of him. She changed quickly and took an extra few minutes, brushing on a bit of mascara and some lip gloss. Her dark brown skin and eyes didn't need much more, in her opinion anyway. On her way out of the apartment, she threw all of the clothes of hers that she could find into a dufel bag and a few of his too.

"I'll do a load of laundry on my way home, 'kay babe? See you tonight." She kissed him hard, harder than was appropriate for a have-a-good-day kiss, but she was starting to feel smothered. It was time for her to move on, probably to spend a few days on the street. She'd drop his clothes off in a few days with a note.

She'd miss those lips, though.

She dropped the bag off at her storage unit, pausing only to grab some cash (she didn't keep much when she stayed at any of her "boyfriends" houses) and splash on some perfume. She practically lived out of the unit, it even had a little army issue cot for when times got really bad. She lived off of men because she wanted to, not because she had to. That was a key fact.

She cursed when she caught sight of the time, dashing out into the street to catch a cab. She told the driver the name of the school in a rush and was only thirty minutes late once she got there. She shoved into the front office and managed an apologetic smile at the receptionist there.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I'm late. I'm Asmara Kale, you hired me to do some computer work?"

Jessica didn't care if she had an umbrella or not, but she didn't argue, just quietly taking it from Lewis and continuing to walk. When they got to school, she split ways from her siblings, heading to her locker. She wasn't sure who would bully her today, or tease her, or when, but she didn't think on it too much. If it was going to happen, it would happen no matter what she did. Just like her visions. They were the same.

With a sigh, she closed her locker, having all of the books she needed. Jessica didn't care much about school--she couldn't focus even if she wanted to. Hell, she could hardly even separate what was real from things she saw, and what had already happened and what hadn't. She was completely lost, in more ways than one.

Trevor laughed to himself as he leaned against the wall outside his classroom. The class hadn't even begun and he'd been sent out already. He finished his breakfast of a McDonalds burger leftover from last night and tossed the wrapper at the nearest kid he saw. He smirked when from behind the kid came the freakshow herself. The Benthnam kid. The weird one. They were all weird but the adopted one was insane...psycotic.

He decided to start the games early today. When she walked by, head down towards the ground, he smacked the books from her hands with a laugh. "Watch your step, freakshow."

Jessica was surprised when the books were knocked from her hands, glancing at Trevor, but she said nothing. She rarely did in these situations, preferring just to take it quietly. Her speaking didn't help anything, so what was the point of it? As she kneeled down to gather her books, a few images flashed in her mind, and she rapidly shook her head to try and get rid of them.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she stood up, but Jessica attempted to hide them from Trevor. She was sure he would just tease her worse if he saw them. Cautiously, she tried to just walk again, to get away from him and go about her day.

Trevor slapped her books out again, seeing the tears brimming her eyes he laughed. The bell rang and he knew she was not only late now but miserable. Mission accomplished. he checked his watch. Jemmy Freschot was in art class right now. His next victum. "Let's pick this up later alright, freakshow? I got a date with some glue and a nerdy little boy in ten minutes." He made a point of stomping on her books on his way past. "See you at lunch, freakshow."

he laughed his way down the hallway, people moving for him as he did. Keeping the memory of her stupid babyish tears clear in his head. he could hardly wait for lunch time.

Damien stood inside the school looking up at the secretary. He lifted one eye weirdly at her as she fiddle through some papers looking up at him with a blank stare. “You need to get to class kid, otherwise your going to be late,” she spoke strongly. Damien sighed looking her right in the eyes even through she wasn’t paying attention to him, “I’m here for the janitor job, you know where I clean the floors and stuff.” She shook her head handing me a piece of paper with a bunch of information that needed to be filled out, I grabbed a pen from the case and sat down in a chair close by looking down at the paper. He filled out the usually information, until he got down to parents. He really didn’t know what to write, his mom was dead no doubt about it, but his father was dead to him, even if he was out there somewhere. He filled it out as orphaned and got up handing the paper back to the lady. She skimmed over it and slid it into a fax machine. “Feel free to look around the school and come back in an hour, we’ll know if you got the job.” Damien walked away from the counter and out the door looking both ways around the halls seeing students getting from class to class hurrying because they were late.

Darian had gone to the restroom just before she was about to skip; and came out to find Jessica in the hallway, looking about ready to cry. She had heard of the girl, although she had never talked to her. If she was caught talking to her, her popularity would go waaaay down. But maybe this was her chance to make a real friend. Maybe this girl would be more interesting and real then any of them populars she hated, even though she had to hang out with them. She went to help Jessica pick up her books. "Hey, you ok?"

Jessica looked up when the other girl came over, really surprised that someone was actually helping her. She wasn't used to people being nice to her, but certainly didn't plan to complain about it. "Yeah, I'm fine..." She mumbled, wiping some tears away before picking up some of her own books. Once she had them all back, she stood with them in her hands, not looking at Darian. She was too timid to even look at the other girl, afraid she may get bullied again. "I should head to class..."

"Oh, right, of course..." Dari didn't even notice the bell, since she had skipping on her mind. "Well I guess I'll see ya at lunch. If I see anyone bothering you again, let me take care of it" she smiled clutching the lighter in her pocket. Darian didn't usualy mingle with the un-populars, but she didn't bully them either. And there was something about this girl...
"I'm Darian by the way". She waved and walked away.