Ascension of the Solstice

Chapter 1

What's more impressive? Living in a boring city with boring people and going to a boring school to get a boring job in the future or living an exciting life filled with supporting and caring people and go to your dream school to get an exciting job in the future? Well she'd ask herself that every single day. She hated this boring classroom; a senior who hardly cared for college. Dianna thought of dropping out and becoming a stripper more times than getting her high school diploma. You go through life learning that you're an individual, then get into high school where you're told that you're nothing more than a student and that you need to grow up and get married. And then you have a kid and send them off to continue this stupid cycle. When will someone use the quadratic equation or need to know that there are thousands of species of insects? It's all just stupid. Stupid and boring.

"Dianna! Dianna Wickman! You haven't heard me yet?!" Her history teacher yells at the top of her lungs. The oblivious young woman snapped out of her daydream, finding herself staring up into her teacher's infuriated eyes.

"No. Keep talking and maybe I'll continue to ignore you." She sasses. The teacher clicks her tongue at her sass and walks back to her desk, Dianna's classmates screaming at her to continue sassing the instructor.

"You are going to the principal's office right now. Take your bag cause I'm sure that  you'll be in there for quite a while young missy!" The teacher scowls.

"Better than here." She said plainly. By this time, classmates where recording the confrontation for various social media platforms as teenagers usually do. After all, kids will be kids. Everyone started laughing and the teacher handed her the note. The rebellious teenager packed up her things and snatched the note, ripping it in two and throwing it on the floor in front of everyone.
Although she was an extremely smart student, Dianna had a not-so-subtle temper and attitude. That's what made her slightly feared in the school. She always wore dark clothes, had dyed hair, and some light makeup. Usually a dramatic lip color that made her look extra bitchy. It was her signature sunglasses, ones that where the frame ends at a very sharp and dangerous point as if it was threatening you with a knife. All these things made her feared. No one wanted to be her friend even if she was quiet, but she could care less about pointless friendships that would only last until the summer.

The teen put on her glasses and left the room, the teacher raising hell at her rude exit. Dianna had no intention of going to the principal's office. She planned on going back to her small apartment and watching anime for hours as she did any homework. It was the weekend anyways.

Before she went, she needed to go put away unnecessary weight in her locker. And by that, meaning her books she didn't need from her classes. She opened her drawstring bag reading "Don't Talk To Me" boldly printed on the fabric and slipped her books that she didn't need inside. It was conveniently close to an exit of the school that was never watched by the security guards since they thought no one could leave. Oh, how wrong they where. Only Dianna knew how to conquer the path and it involved complicated gymnastics and running ability to do so. She was a cheerleader after all despite her gothic appearance.

"Over the wall, squeeze into the tunnel, through the football field, and over the gate." She repeated to herself as she usually did. As she left the campus, her long, sheer black skirt began blowing gently in the wind. She had a black long sleeved crop top covering her arms and black dance shorts covering her bum from pervs. Of course she had made it through the annoying path, getting up and beginning the trek to her apartment. As Wickman walked in her all black wedged shoes towards her residence, she saw a small, black and grey rabbit in the middle of the road.

"Hey, what are you doing out there?! Shoo before you get hit!" She yelled out to it. It snapped its head in her direction, its blue eyes shining brightly. It made her awed at the gorgeousness of the lost and confused creature.
Without hesitation, the rabbit ran to her, but a sports car quickly approached. It was clearly speeding. "Slow down you arse!" She screamed in an attempt to shout over its loud rap music, but to no avail. The driver and passenger inside where oblivious or high. The rabbit under the car and seemed to be crushed with the snap that followed. As if a miracle, the rabbit was unharmed and continued to run towards her. She breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the lucky rabbit. "Wow, you need to be more careful next time." She mutters to the animal.
It looks up at her and squeaks gently, rubbing its face on her chest. The quiet girl may have found her only friend. She smiled for the first time in a years- one that wasn't forced - and continued walking.

"Miracle. I'm gonna name you Miracle." She says with a small giggle as she got to her complex. She walked up the stairs and opened her apartment, 2F. She placed the rabbit on the floor and it started hopping around, learning the area of the small apartment.

The walls where kept white since Dianna appreciated the two simple opacity colors. They made colors unique with varying shades. The floors where tile and there was a small kitchen with a refrigerator, microwave, a small oven, and a storage space she used for food. Cabinets hung from the ceiling that held her dishes, utensils and cups she used daily. The room had a living room with a tv, a few gaming consoles, and splitting off there was a hallway with a bathroom at the end. Then the corner and you get the guest bedroom that she used as an art room and office. It had her gaming computer, her school laptop, and varying art pieces that she's made. Next to the kitchen was her room.
Ironically, the room was very bright and colorful. The walls where a shade of blue that reflected light and made the room appear pitch black at night. There where stuffed animals of all sorts of colors, rainbow sheets and comforters, and even her speaker which was the color mint green. The only thing in the room that wasn't colored was her dresser and closet filled with black, grey, and white clothes. It all contradicted her appearance and attitude.
"What do rabbits eat..." she mutters as she walks to the office. Dianna began doing research on her school laptop without realizing that she was no longer alone with just her rabbit in her apartment.