02 (Reality)

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A loud groan was emitted from Zenobia's lips as her alarm went, the familiar tune of "Wicked Games" by The Weeknd blared through her phones speakers. She stumbled out of her bed, heading to the bathroom and freshening up before squeezing into a pair of light-wash grey skinny jeans, pairing it with a simple plain grey, slightly cropped tank top. She tied a flannel around her hips and slid into her black faux-leather combat boots before grabbing her faux-leather backpack and slinging it over her shoulders.

 She tied a flannel around her hips and slid into her black faux-leather combat boots before grabbing her faux-leather backpack and slinging it over her shoulders

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A few coats of mascara were applied to her lashes as well as some lip gloss, her skin looked decent today so she opted against any face products. Satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her earphones and slipped them into her pocket before heading downstairs where she cut up an apple; covering it in her favorite crunchy peanut butter and snacking on that before putting two bottles of water in her bag and grabbing her beloved Harley-Davidson's keys.

Within a few minutes she was pulling up in the school parking lot, parking her Harley and allowing her azure eyes to scan the circumference of the school building as she ran her nimble fingers through the unruly strands of her jet-black hair.

"Welcome to Liberty High." Zenobia whispered to herself as she entered the school building.

// AN: I swear chapters will get longer but I just feel really inspired to write today and I wanted to end it with that iconic quote lol. I have another chapter ready, but I should probably wait until some people actually read this. Oops. Have a good day!

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