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January the 15th, 2011
Brockton Bay
The Hebert Household
[7:30]
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A slender hand slams down on the battered old alarm clock. Your hand, in fact. And who is that hand attached to? Well, Taylor Hebert, of course. Were you expecting someone else? Your head aches like Emma showed up with a hammer in the middle of the night, and is filled with foreboding. Must have been a nightmare. Or a memory. You're in a foul mood and you know exactly why.
It's far too early to be coherent, the amusement colours your thoughts as you heave up to shower and get dressed. What are you, a protagonist? Must be one of those terrible revenge fantasy stories , where the hero messily murders all the stand-ins for the writer's enemies. Of course, the reason you have to get up earlier than the last few weeks darkens your mind. The first day back at school. Winter break is over, and now it's back to Emma, and Sophia. They seemed to be getting a little bored before Christmas, and as horrible as you feel for hoping harm on someone else, they seemed more interested in that new girl, Madison… Something-or-other … Clements, you think. She's not exactly been nice to you, but at least she didn't pretend you didn't exist like most of the rest of the class. If only you could just run away from all of this. Out the door, down the stairs, and away.
Christmas helped distract you as well. Your father, Danny Hebert, got you some new bags and jotters to replace some ruined ones, and you picked up some tools you didn't really understand but he wanted for some Do-it-yourself projects. Maybe he'll even fix the bad step! You hope. He won't.
A pot of coffee is half empty in the kitchen, the only sign that Dad is also awake, and you pour yourself a hot cup, warming your cold fingers on the "Book Lover? No, Bookaholic!" mug. Shouldn't it be dirty? You're sure you used it yesterday… A bowl of cereal, and you mull over the surprise gift that came in the mail, a few days late.
It was
[ ] The local elections are coming in, Dad grumbled, as he unwrapped a frilly gift basket from the Mayor's office. This happened last time as well, but 4 years ago the promises of the current mayor seemed a bit less hollow, like he actually might help the docks. The chocolate is nice, though.
[ ] Well. It was flowers with a card, but when that opened to have a swastika inside, Dad burned it out in the front drive. Best to be absolutely clear about what you think about those sorts of things. There were some matches left over.
[ ] Famous Flute Music for Beginners. From the oh so friendly Barnes family. It doesn't take a genius to guess who suggested that idea, or why. Maybe you can slap her with it. And then run for your life.
It sits within view, and you're honestly considering taking it to school, if you can keep it out of harm's way. You scowl into the milk of the bowl. It's probably not a good idea. Unless it saves you. You question your own thoughts as you munch away. The bullying is terrible, yes, but it's not life threatening.
[ ] Master - You were betrayed, everything was taken from you, exiled from everything that you should have had the opportunity to have. You are failing all your subjects, when before you were able to get into Arcadia!
[ ] Tinker - Things have been building up and up. Worse and worse. Where can it go from here, what will your bullies escalate to now?
[ ] Thinker - You feel so hopeless to stop the bullying. You don't know why it started, you don't know why it calmed down just before the break. Every day is a roll of the dice and it's terrifying.
Here, you, go. Again.