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Grace stared up at the stark white ceiling, her golden brownish eyes tinged with a bland lifelessness. Her phone began to vibrate and ring the sounds of a rooster. Leaning across her bed she pressed a button on her phone and got out of bed, then silently opened her closet. Rummaging through both the hung up clothes and the pile of clothes on the ground, she pulled out a set out clothes. A navy blue cardigan with a black tank top underneath, some navy blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. It was usually an upgrade compared to her usually torn up, blackened, and dark colored clothes. Clothes that hid her stupid beauitful face the was apparently that of her biological mother.

Grace changed quickly, remembering to grab her phone and bag she was out the door of her so-called apartment. It was really just an apartment that didn't belong to her, but her Father, since he was paying the bills. She was just living in it because it was expected of her, when she really hated the idea of depending on her father for things. Getting into her car, also an object her father bought for her, she drove to the school. She took in a deep breath as she studied the building that held most of her classes. Letting it out, she got of the eclipse and rushed into the school. "Meet it head on, my dear." Jessica smiled down at Grace while holding the handle bars of the bike. "Fear is good, it is natural, but too much fear and you will stand still in the river, never leaping to the next rock." She let go and nudged Grace foward. The memory was so fresh and raw that the knife-of-a-memory dug itself deep into her, almost making her turn tail and run away.