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~Єтнαи~
"The question isn't who’s going to let me, it’s who’s going to stop me."
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Ethan walked in the classroom with his hat strategically dipped below one eye, to cover the dark circles which counted the sleepless nights he had overcome. It hadn't been easy, but he had somehow managed to continually stay awake for three days straight.
"Ah. Mr. Wate," the teacher addressed him with snooty sarcasm,"So glad you could join us, since you believe you're so hot and whatnot that you can get scot-free with tardiness, then you can sit in the front today." Ethan groaned, wrinkling his nose at the distasteful idea of getting a wide-open view of Mr.Rayburn's lectures. The guy spits whenever he pronounces the letters: p, t and s. That'll keep him up for sure."Yessir.." Ethan saluted the teacher mockingly and sat down, keeping his head low.
Normally, he'd scan the room for any sign of fatigue from his fellow classmates, but Ethan was a slight bit more distracted today then he usually was, so he didn't notice the tired-looking girl in the back. Ethan felt himself get light-headed, as Lexi passed into slumber, so did he....
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"When you live in a nightmare, it’s written all over your face."
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Ella had the average 4 hours of sleep that she normally did, it was just enough to keep her awake, but also deflecting the nightmares for awhile. She slept like a baby, and as long as she didn't have to relive the murder scene with her dad again, it was all that mattered. Ella chewed on the granola bar, sitting in the backseat of a friend's car, she had few companions to accompany her on these torturous years of highschool, but Vicky was one of them. They had been best buds since preschool, and vowed never to leave each other's side again.
Ella kept her outfit simple today, with a plain black t-shirt (with the Queen's logo), a gray fleece sweater, and green cacki shorts. Yep, she was livin' it up. Not really...Ella was living off of the government's security funds, and currently had a wardrobe which was capable of fitting a suitcase. Her food supply wasn't doing so hot either, she starved herself of breakfast most days, just to get by. But, otherwise, Ella was content with her poverty, the only thing she wished to live without, was her gift, which was more of a curse.
She thanked Vicky for the ride, walking up the steps of the school with growing dread. What would be the new nickname she was given today? Slut? B***h? H**r?
Ella sat down in the middle, where she wouldn't stand out, but would also blend in with the emo/goth zone. It was the perfect camouflage from the teacher's radar. She was also free to catch some Z's and nobody would even notice a thing.
So, that was exactly what she did. Ella closed her eyes, happy to relax her body, and let her conscious drift into infinity...
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