Sokeefe Human AU

Chapter One: Marella Redek

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(I swear I love Biana, and she's a good character in this, but I have to have her be insulted and come off like a brat in this chapter, I'm so sorry, I love her so much)

I woke up a bit later than usual, 20 minutes before school instead of 30. I often fall asleep so late that I have to sleep in this much to not be overly sleep deprived. A few years back, my mother fell off of my parents' balcony when she'd had a bit too much wine, and because there were rocks below, she got really hurt and has been brain damaged ever since. Her emotions are regulated terribly, causing frequent outbursts, and just over all bad days. She doesn't talk much, but instead just stares blankly all day. My father works at nights so he can watch over her during the day, and me in the night once I'm back from school.

Waking up thirty minutes before school allows me the time to take a quick shower, throw my uniform on, quickly do my hair and a bit of makeup, and grab something to eat on the way out the door to the bus stop. Very rushed of course, so my hair is usually still wet and my uniform looks kind of rumpled.

Today I had to hurry to get out the door before my bus arrived. I didn't allow myself even a second to wake up, immediately hurrying to my bathroom and getting in the shower. I was out only minutes later, throwing on my green school uniform. I seriously don't understand why they make us wear them- they are honestly hideous. Then I was at my vanity, putting concealer over my eye bags, eyeliner over the rims of my eyelids, and lipgloss over my lips. I don't want to overdo the makeup, like so many girls at my school often do.

Now the part of my morning routine that requires the most fine motor ability, doing my hair. I put small braids throughout my hair, a reminder of when my mom styled my hair like that for me when I was really young. It's nice to relive that memory. The memory of a time when everything was okay and she still talked to me and took care of me everyday. I feel like I take care of her more than she does me, nowadays. It's a horrible feeling, having to walk on eggshells in my own home if she's in one of her moods. But, it's just a part of life, and I deal with it fine.

I looked at the small digital cloak on my bedside and realized I only had two minutes until the bus should be arriving, so I ran into the kitchen to put a pair of pieces of sliced bread in the toaster. They take about a minute to cook, so I was racing against the clock, my backpack feeling heavy against my shoulders as seconds dragged by slowly. The ding of the small appliance and pop of the toast springing up brought me bouncing forward on my feet. The hot food burnt my hands, but I could hear the bus pulling to a stop out front, so l scorched my hands and ran out the door, locking it, before finally running up the three bus steps I do every school day.

My usual seat near the back of the currently stationary vehicle was waiting for me, half already occupied by a grinning strawberry-blond haired boy. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't for the life of me even remember what class I must've seen him in, let alone his name.

Since the bus was so packed, and all the other free seats were next to spoiled brats like Biana Vacker, I decided to sit next to this friendly-enough looking boy. When I sat down and slid my bag to the bus' floor in front of me, the boy instantly lit up even more- like he wasn't used to anybody sitting next to him.

"Hi! I'm Dex!" he said, much too cheerily for how early it was, and definitely too cheerily for my current mood of being insanely tired.

It probably wouldn't be too good to get yet another enemy at this school, I already have enough of those, so I guess I have no choice but to be polite at the very least. "Uh, hello," I said, my nervousness unfortunately seeping through. God, now he could use that against me. Stupid Marella.

"What's your name? I don't think I've seen you around before."

This kid was really persistent. Maybe I could get an ally? Someone to work with in the situation of group projects? Someone to talk bad about the popular kids with? Worth a shot. "My name's Marella. Not Mare. Not Ella. No nicknames." I swear, the amount of kids I've met whose first thought was to give me a nickname is unbelievable. I would've said they could call me a nickname if I wanted them to.