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Chapter 1: A Cycle

*Beep beep beep* The alarm sounded for the thirteenth time. It's 12:08 in the afternoon and Elle still hasn't gone out out her bed. When she finally decided to carry her ass of from her bed, she instantly panicked because it's a Tuesday and her class starts at 1pm and she's not going to cut it if it takes her an hour to reach school. Grabbing her egg and mayo sandwich right from her plate, thank god her mom prepared something for her, she rushed to the bathroom to take a nice cold bath as fast as she can, later finding out that her uniform isn't pressed. She promptly put on some clothes and ironed her uniform. Preparation time for her is not a breeze. It takes her about forty-five minutes to an hour and a half tops if she has a lot on her hands but the odds are not entirely in her favor. She lightly patted powder on her face and quickly grabbed her backpack almost forgetting to bring her sketchpad. She hurriedly went straight out her house yelling, "Bye mom, I'm heading out right now!", knocking her head at the gate in the process.

"God, life would be so much easier if there's no kind of stress whatsoever.", Elle said to her seatmate, Tany, as she arrived in her classroom at room 305. "Well if you just don't sleep that much then life would be easier for you.", Tany said with a laugh. "I just can't help it, whenever I try not to, I end up repeating my habits over and over again, I just don't know why.", Elle said desperately. Tany then rebutted, "Girl, control is the key and you better learn to follow your home sched, everyone has to actually. You guys just have to work for it. Discipline's a bitch, right?Anyway, have you done any of this week's projects? God damn it they're killing us with this piled up workload. I mean come on, giving 4 huge ass projects in a week? Give us a break!" "You said it.", Elle responded.

Elle missing the first subject was a big issue for her. Rumor has it that maintaining a perfect attendance to Professor Facio is equivalent to getting a one point letter grade higher from his class, considering she is a major G.C., grade conscious, that was a big deal. As the third subject was over and the bell rang on que, it's time for their break. Dominic, a rocker type of dude went up to Elle, as per usual, and asked her, "What's up with that bump on your forehead, did you slip and fall again or something?". She reached out for the bump that's left a mark on her after knocking her head right off the bat as she went out her house. "Ouch." It kind of stings and it gave her a red mark on her forehead. "Yeah, back off Dom or I'll do this to you as well.", Elle said with fierce. Dom responded,"All right, chill bro, just wanted to check up on you, maybe that's one hell of a collateral damage right there." "It's just one stupid bump, I'm still alive right? So quit it ok.", Elle said. "Ok. Ok. Someone's pms-ing", Dom told Elle with a smirk. They headed out to eat some late lunch. Elle's group of friends from before was a bunch of girls plus one guy in the class, everyone suspects he's gay but he's totally denying it. As of now, she narrowed it down to just her and Dom. Awhile back, Dom found ways to be with that group of friends which then made Elle and Dom closer. And FYI, that one guy in that group of friends is not Dom and, let's just call that group Historitoria because majority of the people in this group were totally academic, a major scholarly group. For some this may be boring but this group made Elle intact of her studies, well somehow it did. They're life consists of going to school, studying, eating, sleeping and taking a bath and life repeats itself. Elle's life on the other hand, she was going with this group but then she enjoys going to other groups in her class as well. Probably occasional clubbing her and there. No big deal. But then she decided to leave that life behind.

At some point in your life, you've reached this level where you just want to shut everything out, oh it'll happen but you'll get over it.