Joanna Cater's Story

Mic, hated the the world currently. Why? Because he was awake. He didn't like morning because this was when all of the blessings from above completely avoided him. Instead, he would always wake up in a terrible down. So, he go up, grabbed some essentials for the day, and went into the bathroom that was down the hall. It was there, that he pulled out a little baggie and rolled himself up a nice fat one. It was no secret that people smoked in here, so if people smelt it, they'd just think it was some fancy ass cigarette because of the smell.

After the first few puffs, Mic was finally starting to gain his chipper mood back. He finished his weed and headed to the showers to do exactly what the name entitles. Shower. 'cause he could not walk around smelling like beggars on the street. Sure they were nice people some of the time, but that doesn't mean he has to like their smell enough to want to wear it.

Coming out squeeky clean, Mic walked back to his dorm, pants on but shirt in hand, only to find Jo on here way to wake him up. "Looks like I beat you, this morning." He said, giving his friend a wink.


Adam had actually woken up to nightmare that morning. His eyes shot open and he was freaking out mentally until he realized he was in his dorm. Not at home like he had been in his head. He glanced at the clock and realized it was only 3:24. He groaned, but knew there was no way in hell he was going back to sleep, no matter how tired he was. So, he stayed awake until his alarm hang. Unlike most people, he was quite fond of his alarm. Mostly 'cause his was set on his phone so he had an awesomely catchy tone to wake up to.

He rolled out of bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was always the first to wake up in his dorm, not because he didn't like sleep as much as the next guy, but because his body refused to sleep more than five hours until it gives out and has him sleep till about noon when he'd gone to bed at 12.

He got ready for the day and exited his room. Placing his usual fake ass smile on his face he walked to go find something to eat. First though, he stopped by the drama club. The new play was going to be posted soon and no one knew what it was. So he wanted to see if the lead role was actually worth trying for. He knocked on his instructor's door but there was no reply. "Probably isn't even awake yet is he?" Adam wondered as he looked down the hall where the teacher's dorms would most likely be.

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If Jo had been looking for Anais this morning, she might have been a little too late. While Anais may have been like any other teen and enjoyed her sleep, she had more energy than what she knew what to do with. So, when her soft alarm went off at about a little after six, Anais sprung into action. She tip-tied daintily on her side of the room and gathered her things for the bathroom activities. Once she was showered and had brushed her teeth, Anais hurried back to her room in hopes of not running into anybody while only wearing a towel and a robe. She snuck glances over at a sleeping Jo while she lotioned her body. Finally, she decided upon an outfit that she deemed practical, comfy and stylish enough to go about the day in. To make sure her feather earrings were seen, Anais gathered her long dark hair into a semi-loose bun with wispy strands framing her face. Checking herself once in the mirror, she sprayed an expensive perfume with a delicate scent onto her skin, jammed a few dark bracelets on her wrist, grabbed her bag and was out.

Before heading to her real destination, Anais went to the cafeteria and made her coffe just the way she liked it in her to-go cup. She actually kept the thing on her at all times in case of a coffee emergency. You never actually know when those might occur. With a sigh of a morning person after they got their first coffee hit, Anais pranced over to the boys' side. In the hallway, a few were emerging from the bathroom and a grin spread onto her face.

"Hello, sexy," she cat-called and laughed lightly when one pale boy turned a rosy shade. Still chuckling, she knocked on a familiar door. Not hearing an answer, she grasped the handle and turned it to open the door, calling, "Coming in." It wasn't like there was anything she hadn't seem before.

Scott was in a fitful state. At one point, the dream world wrapped him in a blanket of comforting warmth and peace. It clouded his mind with a calm nothingness, leaving his body in a state of bliss. Sadly, everyone had an alarm clock and his had to be in the form of a small body bouncing repeatedly on top of him. At first, he only groaned and attempted to ignore the unwanted attention. It was like one of those annoying headaches that continued tapping at your skull. Scott's logic was that if you ignored it long enough, it would go away. However, Anais refused to be ignored and smacked the back of his head. That definitely had Scott opening his eyes.

"What the fuck Ana -?" She punched him again.

"Sssshhhh," she reprimanded him and nodded to the other side of the room, where his roommate either ignored the little sprite or just slept very deeply. Either way, he was a lucky motherfucker. "Don't wake up Adam." Scott rolled his eyes and fixed her with a glare.

"Aren't you so courteous?" He growled sarcastically. Anais rolled her own eyes in response and slid off of him. Scott contemplated going back to sleep, but figured she's probably find other means of getting him up.

"Shut up and get dressed," she hissed, still trying to be quiet. It was still only a little past seven.

"I gotta get in the shower." Anais huffed impatiently and for a second, Scott smirked at her near childish reaction.

"Well, chop-chop, buddy. I want food." Scott grumbled something along the lines of bossy princesses, no real feeling behind it. Anais, despite her bossy and sometimes controlling ways, was in no way some princess. While she took another drink of her coffee and began making his bed, Scott grabbed the essentials and headed to the shower. The jets of warm water actually winded up waking him and Scott got a small boost of energy. But he knew it would be nothing like the high Anais was on.

"So, what am I doing awake?" Scott asked when they finally emerged from the room. He had called to Adam, welcoming him to breakfast with them. He wasn't sure if the guy heard him. Anais drank more coffee before he snatched her cup and stole some. While Scott wasn't exactly a coffee person, there was just something about the way Anais made hers that satisfied him.

"Hey, give me back my baby." She snatched her cup back and pouted for a second. "Asshole." That had Scott chuckling and a smile formed on her face. "Anyway, I have to make the schedule for volleyball conditioning, I don't want to wait in the omelet line, and I wanna stop by the headmasyer's office to confirm that it's alright for me to throw the play's after party. The party? Scott had almost forgotten about it. He remembered Adam saying something about it before, but he might have been listening to music.

"And that includes me because?" Anais shot him a look as they entered the cafeteria.

"Because you're helping me, dumbass!" She stormed off in an almost dramatic fashion, heading to her precious omelet line. Scott just went to the regular line and got some pancakes and bacon. Thinking quickly, he got a tray for his food and grabbed two things of orange juice. He knew Anais' schedule:coffee first, orange juice layer. As he looked for a nice window table, he spotted Indigo Taylor and a very rare, almost dopey smile appeared obvious face.

"Hey, Indigo," he called. He had always found the girl beautiful and one of these days, although he hated dances, he was going to ask her to one. Scott found the table that Anais would like and settled there. Moments later, Anais perched herself in the seat across from his. Scott almost gulped as she reached for her glass from his tray, a knowing and mischievous gleam in her eyes. Oh shit.

"Don't worry," she reassured him. "I'm not teasing." Before he could even release what could have been a sigh of relief, she added, "Yet." Scott only groaned and Anais laughed, digging in to her omelet.