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In the sunny side beach town of White Springs, California the sun rises over the ocean to awake it’s residents. Its light reaching all across the ocean front town towards the mountains stretching in its background. The weather this time around is starting to grow chilly, yet warm enough to sport light attire. As if in a comical way, the alarm blares to life in a certain teenage girl’s bedroom, it blares for what seems an eternity until her hand slams down on the analog vintage beast coming to ruin her morning for the umpteenth time. She rises from her slumber, a rat’s nest of black hair sits stop her head, sleep still clings to her lids even as she rubs it out along with a yawn. Stretching her limbs, she spares a tired glance to the clock, which sends her sprawling off the bed, knocking her mobile off in the commotion. To which to add to her problems, is cracked beneath her weight, she plucks it out from under her, saddened to find it not turning on.
‘Great, this is just my luck.’ She ponders as she lays on her carpeted bedroom floor, waiting for the late yelling of her mother’s voice to croon out.
“Sora! Get your behind outta bed!” Her mother calls from the first floor. The thing, which was most unique about her mother, was her colorful vocabulary in which she would use in a threatening tone and in Korean, too.
With a firm groan, she sat up and groggily got herself ready, half-remembering to tell her mother that she’d broken her Galaxy Note 10. A brand-new phone just given to her nearly a month ago, but Sora was always clumsy in handling her own personal belongings. After slipping on a bland black t-shirt, jeans, and her vans, she grabbed her book bag which held her supplies needed for school, and camera. She brushed the knots from her hair and let it be out today, fixing her fringe which hid her forehead and wore her contacts. After applying minimal, natural makeup, Sora emerged from her bedroom, heading down the flight of stairs to the wrapped breakfast burrito and juice box waiting for her. Her mother had already prepared 2 bento boxes for her children, Sora and her younger brother, Jae. Sora placed the bento box into her bag, zipping it up and placing her broken phone on the counter.
Her mother glanced up from the pan, “Are you crazy? You know how much your father spent…” Her mother would continue to berate her in Korean, then telling her to be more careful of taking care of her personal belongings.
“I’m sorry, Mom. Do you have any spare phones you don’t use?” Sora asked sheepishly.
Her mother sent her a glare, “Look in your father’s tool box in the garage. He has an old Moto g7 something phone. It should work fine.”
Though she was embarrassed to be using her father’s old phone from a year ago, it would have to do for the moment. Unwrapping the top of her burrito, she bit into the deliciousness while making her way into the garage, nearly groaning out in annoyance at the sheer amount of tools her father had laying around. It was clear where she got her messy side from, but she found the red toolbox, seeing the phone in it. Sora powered it up, finding nearly a full battery already, which surprised her. Making her way back into the kitchen, she checked to see if her sim card could fit and with luck, it did! Which made her sigh in relief as she programmed in the basics and set it up while she waited for the bus to show.
Nearly finishing her burrito, the large yellow bus squeaked to the curb, the horn blaring out for her. Sora grabbed her bomber jacket, slipped it on, and slung her book bag over her left shoulder, yelling a bye to her mother as she jetted out the door and onto the bus. Nearly half of the bus was already full, Sora managed to find a seat in the back not yet taken. As the bus continued to pick up the remaining students living near the beach side of White Springs, it finally went towards White Springs High School. The school, in which, had an infamous rivalry with Elk Grove High School. As soon as the bus pulled up to the drop point, Sora was near the first one out with one student ahead of her. As a junior, she was always embarrassed to emerge from the same bus she’d been riding the past two years, even after getting her driver’s license her parents hadn’t bought her a vehicle, saying it was too dangerous.
Sora made into the large school, past the glass doors and into the commons area, where she soon found herself at one of the side tables off to the side. She was finishing up a book report for English AP when one of her best friends, Jordan startled her from her concentration on it. Her pencil went clattering to the ground, Sora scrambled to get it off the ground only for it to be swooped up by another, larger hand; belonging to her second-best friend, Axel.
She immediately sat upright, finding both smiling at her, “Good morning, Leedle-Lee!” Jordan said in a chipper voice.
Sora’s face grimaced at the loud, obnoxious voice, “Quiet it down, I need to finish this book report.”
Axel handed her, her pencil back, “Here ya go.” He took a seat besides her, looking at the book report to be on another Shakespeare book. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
Jordan, on the other hand, sat opposite of them, using her skateboard to balance one foot on, “So, d’ya guys hear about what happened to Elk Grove over the weekend?”
This caught Axel and Sora’s interest, she stopped writing and looked to Jordan, “No, what happened?”
Axel’s left eye opened to glance at Jordan, who in turn, answered, “Apparently, the uh…electrician? Or the school maybe, who the hell knows? Forgot to replace some old wiring and their own school caught on fire.”
This caught Sora off guard, and had formed a pit of dread in her stomach, “Was it on accident?”
“Yeah. It happened in their Science classroom, which apparently, had some flammable fire-y stuff in it. The school went…” Jordan made explosion noises while acting it out with her hands, “I guess that's what they get for always trying to one-up us on everything. Ms. Karma finally gave us payback.”
“My mom was talking about it this morning, actually.” Axel chimed in, closing his eyes once again, “Apparently, half of the school is transferring over here and the other to the other school that I don’t care to remember by.”
Sora’s face fell, “D-did they say which students?”
“One’s that live on half of I-90, are coming here.” Axel adds, “Why? Are you worried or something?”
Sora was quiet for awhile before answering, “…You know my old childhood friend I told you guys about?”
“Uh…that one dude, whatshisname…” Jordan pretended to not remember his name.
“Anthony Matthews.” Sora finishes for her, “He lives on I-90.” Her mood now sour, “Oh man, just my luck.”
“You plan on avoiding him or what?” Axel boredly asks, not really caring about it, but is actually worried for her.
“I can only hope he doesn’t have any classes with me.”
“If he does, just ask to transfer to a different class, besides you’re like the top ranked student here. And we’re known for having the highest level of intellectuals in the entire district.” Jordan comments. Then the bell rings, warning for the students to head to their Advisor classes, where they would get the news of Elk Grove’s students transferring over until reconstruction is finished. Sora already dreaded the forthcoming school year.
@HydreigonBorn
‘Great, this is just my luck.’ She ponders as she lays on her carpeted bedroom floor, waiting for the late yelling of her mother’s voice to croon out.
“Sora! Get your behind outta bed!” Her mother calls from the first floor. The thing, which was most unique about her mother, was her colorful vocabulary in which she would use in a threatening tone and in Korean, too.
With a firm groan, she sat up and groggily got herself ready, half-remembering to tell her mother that she’d broken her Galaxy Note 10. A brand-new phone just given to her nearly a month ago, but Sora was always clumsy in handling her own personal belongings. After slipping on a bland black t-shirt, jeans, and her vans, she grabbed her book bag which held her supplies needed for school, and camera. She brushed the knots from her hair and let it be out today, fixing her fringe which hid her forehead and wore her contacts. After applying minimal, natural makeup, Sora emerged from her bedroom, heading down the flight of stairs to the wrapped breakfast burrito and juice box waiting for her. Her mother had already prepared 2 bento boxes for her children, Sora and her younger brother, Jae. Sora placed the bento box into her bag, zipping it up and placing her broken phone on the counter.
Her mother glanced up from the pan, “Are you crazy? You know how much your father spent…” Her mother would continue to berate her in Korean, then telling her to be more careful of taking care of her personal belongings.
“I’m sorry, Mom. Do you have any spare phones you don’t use?” Sora asked sheepishly.
Her mother sent her a glare, “Look in your father’s tool box in the garage. He has an old Moto g7 something phone. It should work fine.”
Though she was embarrassed to be using her father’s old phone from a year ago, it would have to do for the moment. Unwrapping the top of her burrito, she bit into the deliciousness while making her way into the garage, nearly groaning out in annoyance at the sheer amount of tools her father had laying around. It was clear where she got her messy side from, but she found the red toolbox, seeing the phone in it. Sora powered it up, finding nearly a full battery already, which surprised her. Making her way back into the kitchen, she checked to see if her sim card could fit and with luck, it did! Which made her sigh in relief as she programmed in the basics and set it up while she waited for the bus to show.
Nearly finishing her burrito, the large yellow bus squeaked to the curb, the horn blaring out for her. Sora grabbed her bomber jacket, slipped it on, and slung her book bag over her left shoulder, yelling a bye to her mother as she jetted out the door and onto the bus. Nearly half of the bus was already full, Sora managed to find a seat in the back not yet taken. As the bus continued to pick up the remaining students living near the beach side of White Springs, it finally went towards White Springs High School. The school, in which, had an infamous rivalry with Elk Grove High School. As soon as the bus pulled up to the drop point, Sora was near the first one out with one student ahead of her. As a junior, she was always embarrassed to emerge from the same bus she’d been riding the past two years, even after getting her driver’s license her parents hadn’t bought her a vehicle, saying it was too dangerous.
Sora made into the large school, past the glass doors and into the commons area, where she soon found herself at one of the side tables off to the side. She was finishing up a book report for English AP when one of her best friends, Jordan startled her from her concentration on it. Her pencil went clattering to the ground, Sora scrambled to get it off the ground only for it to be swooped up by another, larger hand; belonging to her second-best friend, Axel.
She immediately sat upright, finding both smiling at her, “Good morning, Leedle-Lee!” Jordan said in a chipper voice.
Sora’s face grimaced at the loud, obnoxious voice, “Quiet it down, I need to finish this book report.”
Axel handed her, her pencil back, “Here ya go.” He took a seat besides her, looking at the book report to be on another Shakespeare book. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
Jordan, on the other hand, sat opposite of them, using her skateboard to balance one foot on, “So, d’ya guys hear about what happened to Elk Grove over the weekend?”
This caught Axel and Sora’s interest, she stopped writing and looked to Jordan, “No, what happened?”
Axel’s left eye opened to glance at Jordan, who in turn, answered, “Apparently, the uh…electrician? Or the school maybe, who the hell knows? Forgot to replace some old wiring and their own school caught on fire.”
This caught Sora off guard, and had formed a pit of dread in her stomach, “Was it on accident?”
“Yeah. It happened in their Science classroom, which apparently, had some flammable fire-y stuff in it. The school went…” Jordan made explosion noises while acting it out with her hands, “I guess that's what they get for always trying to one-up us on everything. Ms. Karma finally gave us payback.”
“My mom was talking about it this morning, actually.” Axel chimed in, closing his eyes once again, “Apparently, half of the school is transferring over here and the other to the other school that I don’t care to remember by.”
Sora’s face fell, “D-did they say which students?”
“One’s that live on half of I-90, are coming here.” Axel adds, “Why? Are you worried or something?”
Sora was quiet for awhile before answering, “…You know my old childhood friend I told you guys about?”
“Uh…that one dude, whatshisname…” Jordan pretended to not remember his name.
“Anthony Matthews.” Sora finishes for her, “He lives on I-90.” Her mood now sour, “Oh man, just my luck.”
“You plan on avoiding him or what?” Axel boredly asks, not really caring about it, but is actually worried for her.
“I can only hope he doesn’t have any classes with me.”
“If he does, just ask to transfer to a different class, besides you’re like the top ranked student here. And we’re known for having the highest level of intellectuals in the entire district.” Jordan comments. Then the bell rings, warning for the students to head to their Advisor classes, where they would get the news of Elk Grove’s students transferring over until reconstruction is finished. Sora already dreaded the forthcoming school year.
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