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Something stirred in the middle of the bed. A slight groan echoed through the dark silhouettes bedroom and down the hall. The bed covers were thrown forward, and the figure sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. Beep..beep..beep.. The girl twisted her head and looked at the alarm clock in the corner of her bedroom. "Augh..shut up. I'm coming, I'm coming.. The girl's name was Cressida. A pretty unusual name for a sixteen year old girl, but it didn't matter. She could care less about what people thought of her. Brushing her thin, black locks out of her face, she swung her feet out over her bed. Sighing, she got out. She was cloaked in nothing but baggy sweatpants and a thin T-shirt. Stepping lightly over to the annoying thing, she pressed a small button on the side, and it ceased to beep. "Thank God.." Walking over to her closet, she selected a black-and-white stripped shirt, tight pants, and her flats. Folding them each over her right arm, she slowly made her way out of the door. The bathroom located at the end of the hall..on the right. Still..everything seemed so strange to her- even though it has been awhile since she's moved in with her uncle. Shutting the door quietly, assuring no one had woken up, she threw her clothes to the ground. Removing her shirt, she examined the light blue tattoos on her stomach- small and large swirls. I don't even remember why I got these stupid things in the first place... Picking up the shirt, she shouldered her way into it, and then she took off her sweatpants and put on the new 'drain-pipes'. Slipping on the flats quickly, she opened one of the small drawers. She took out her eyeliner and eyeshadow. Applying it to her face, she made sure everything looked perfect. Swiftly running back to her room, she grabbed her bag and sweat-shirt, and ran downstairs and out the front door. She hardly ever ate breakfast. Making her way down the sidewalk, she reminded herself that today was just going to be another day being scratched off of her life time.
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Finally arriving at school, she made her way to the front door and walked inside. As she entered, she got very few stares today- and she liked it. Sighing, she graced her way over to her own locker. Twisting the lock, it opened. Removing the books and papers from her bag, she stuffed the bag in and slammed the door. Her feet carried her to first hour. Biology. A groan passed her lips, and she furrowed her eyebrows together. Cressida loved biology, but she couldn't stand the people around her at all. Oh, how she wished she could be back in England right now..with Sian..and her real family..but that was all gone. And she was sure she was never going to return home. Sighing, she shoved her way through the door of eager students. God..I don't even see why they get so worked up over nothing.. Putting her books down at her table, she pulled out the chair. Staring at the seat for what seemed a really long time, she finally sat down and pulled herself closer to the table. Sorting through her mess of things, she set her book, pencils, pens, and homework folder on her right side, and the rest of the things on the left.

Getting quiet nervous, Cressida began to fidget with her fingers- rolling one over the top of the other. A very bad habit of her's, especially when she thinks things couldn't get any worse, or when she gets terribly embarrassed. Another sigh came from her lungs. My, my, my...full of sighs today, aren't we..? Growing bored, the teenager opened up her notebook and picked up a pencil. Tapping her chin with it for a few moments, she began to doodle on paper. Something that looked like...two people..a boy and a girl, holding each other fairly close- Ah! Cressida jumped and let out a small squeak, and noticed that the first warning bell had rang. Groaning, she shut her notebook and stared at the soon-to-be-full classroom. Still holding the pencil in her hand, she tapped the table. Setting down the utensil, she rubbed her hands together. Damn..why do I always have to be so cold..? Remembering the sweat-shirt she had tied around her waist on the way to school, she quickly tore it loose and pulled it over her arms and zipped it up. Ah..much better. Yes. In fact, Cressida often talked to herself. Another one of those nasty, annoying habits. Curling her legs under the chair, she bounced them sheepishly. Something she did when she was very cold. Another sigh graced her lips, and she set her chins on her hands.