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It was the middle of the day when the bell rang signifying the start of lunch and teachers started letting students out to go eat. At least, the ones that didn't have detention. Deilah herself wandered out of the classroom peeling away from the crowds to walk on her own with the new 'Alexander Academy Rules' page she had been handed in the morning. While they always enforced a uniform, now it was just getting ridiculous. No makeup? No that it was easy to come by, but she liked a little eye-liner and to powder her face for the right level of paleness.

At fifteen she had a very specific look she wanted, and the teachers were slowly chipping it away with threats of detention and taking away 'banned materials'. She rolled her eyes, scrunching the paper up into a ball as she moved into the lunch room. Already a set of sunken eyes drifted over the different cliches and groups that had formed, each taking a table. It made her sick to the stomach. She could pick them out. The young uncertain kids who were just trying to find their place. The 'cool' table, if you could call anyone here cool. The guys who were interested in sports. The people who just wanted to go home.

Bleh.

They were all boring. But that was okay, she had a plan. She just needed to get into the infamous Late Night Club. But nobody seemed to know anything about it.