Golden sun shining through the thick clouds, the true dawning of day with a brisk wind flooring out yet not carrying a chill, rather carrying the warmth as the light spanned across the swerving grass, a dance of nature. To the distance where blossoming trees beckoned with their wave, the sound of a school bell, a large clock tower striking 8:00 A.M. on the property.
Young Maria, walking with a large burlap bag over her shoulder, buses arriving with many others with burlap bags themselves pooling out and walking up to the large brick building, chattering away amongst themselves. Looking around, a slight smile set on her face while walking, two people walking by immediate to speak:
“Morning Maria.”
“Hey Maria, love your hair.”
“Heh heh, thanks guys,” she’d say with a chirp.
Onward, up the steps and once more inside, lockers on every wall with several hallways and plenty of doors. Going to the right, up the third of four hallways to the right, she’d go, casual greetings from everyone as she journeyed, waving here and there, continuing on.
Locker 11529
Locker 11530
Locker 11531
Locker 11532
Finally, stopping at Locker 11554, a turn and the opening of it with a creak as she then sat her bag in it, taking a few books out and grabbing another bag of text books, papers, and folders, placing the books grabbed within. Looking into her burlap bag to grab and pull out two paperback books, she’d then set them in the school bag as well, pulling it out and shutting the locker, time, 8:09 A.M.
With time to spare before the first class, more than enough to knock out a chapter or two, she’d be on her way to first period advisory to relax for the first twenty of the day, having the two books in mind to read, also grabbing out a sketch pad and pencil with a slight smile.
Opening the door two minutes later and stepping inside with it closing itself behind, glancing around to see only eight people in around the room, some sitting in desks facing each other talking, others standing in the back, a thought crossing as she’d then proceed to her desk on the middle left of the room, bag down, sitting, and placing the sketch pad and pencil down, pulling out a book at the same time.
Opening up the book and sketchpad at the same time, placing the book proper so it’d stay open, she would then begin to read while at the same time, doodling on a doodle started at the same time as the book.
“Hey Maria, you going to the game tonight?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry, I can’t, my parents want me to watch my siblings...”
“Again?”
“Lord, what a load of bull.”
“Yeah, I know, it sucks. It’s always that though.”
“You should ask for a night off, ha ha.”
“I can’t, they’ll get mad.”
“Oh come on Maria, no parent could get that mad. You’re what eighteen?”
“Yeah, they can kick me out now though.”
“Bullox.”
“If only...”
Looking down at her work, a sketch of a pony, a sketch of a depiction, marked as ‘Jorgon The Unicorn Form’. Sketching a bit, soft as to not dig into the paper too much, while still reading, only a little time passing by as someone would then walk by with books, “Morning,” she’d chirp while continuing.
Quite a bit left until the first bell.
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“No, you’re getting the fuck out of my house!”
“Mom, where the hell am I supposed to go!?”
“Go move in with your friend Trisha, I don’t give a fuck, you’re eighteen now!”
“You just want me out so you can have more time with your fucking new slave!”
“Randy is not a fucking slave, he’s my boyfriend!”
“For money!”
“Elliot, I swear!”
The sound of glass shattering
“Besides, I’m sick of your fucking dog you HAD to have.”
“It’s only a puppy, Tomo doesn’t know any better yet!”
“I don’t care, I don’t care, I’ve already arranged it young lady, pack your shit, you’re out of here tomorrow night, got it!?”
“You are the fucking worst parent ever, you’re going to kill that baby!”
“Watch your fucking tone with me, you hear me!? You know what, pack your shit now, you’re out of here tonight, anything you leave behind, I’m burning in the fire tonight.”
“Slut!”
“What!?”
Storming out of the room, the young Elliot slammed a door shut, quick to grab a pile of bags and hurl them on the floor, setting to work at once with throwing everything in.
“I don’t need her, I don’t need anyone, why the fuck did I have to be born here?!”
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