Morning Routine - Celest, Attn: Any

[Celest Zouvelekis]

Celest ran her hand over her hair, which was pulled back into a smooth knot in the back of her head. Although she wore her hair long, she liked it pulled back, it made her feel more mature, more responsible, although her outfit was in contrast of that. She also had a headband on with a big flower which sat on the side of her head, which matched the stripes on her crew neck sweater that had a picture of the Eiffel Tower screen printed on the front. She paired it with a lace skirt that fell about an inch above her knees and tan knee socks and buckled shoes. Her style tended to be very eclectic and a bit out there, usually making her stand out even though that was the opposite of what she wanted to do. Celest just didn’t realize she was doing this.

She headed down the hall, looking straight ahead as she hugged some books against her chest. She stopped at her locker, slowly turning the combination until it flung open. She kept her locker relatively neat and for the most part her locker partner obliged although there were occasionally things out of place. Like today there were a few stray papers that weren’t really hers and she collected them, stacking them up and placing them neatly on her locker partner’s shelf. She then placed her books, which included her Health book and two books she was reading for fun into her locker and grabbed her History textbook and note book. She then just grabbed one of her for fun reading books which was a new fantasy novel she’d picked up at the mall over the weekend. She usually liked to read the few minutes she had before class before the teacher started.

With her new books in hand, the ones she needed, she shut her locker and took a step back, only in doing this, and she bumped someone slightly. “Oops,” she said turning around.

[Hiroshi Desales]

Hiro dismounted his Suzuki motor bike and trudged into school, his feet dragging a physical example of the reluctance he felt towards attending school that day. It wasn’t classes that deterred him, but rather a desire to avoid all social contacts. He was not normally an outgoing teen, but that morning he had woken up with a desire to lock himself in his closet and not emerge for days. It had been very tempting to stay home and work on his latest stained glass project or work in the garden all day, but listening to his parent’s likely lecture was a great deterrent. This was why he was now approaching his locker to exchange his project for his history textbook. He was shocked and not very pleased to find a pretty freshman smashed against his body. He grabbed her shoulders so she would not fall. “Excuse me, Celeste. Are you all right?” he asked gently, suppressing the desire to lecture her on looking before moving. “I just need my text book.” He had never talked to her before, but he had seen her name on a notebook one day. He reached around her and set his project securely within and grabbed his History book. He couldn’t help but notice that she smelled charming, but wasn’t about to mention it.

[Celest Zouvelekis]

"Oh yeah, I'm fine...are you alright?" Celest asked, looking over at the boy. "Hiro, right," she said, thinking that that might be what he liked to be called. She never had talked to him much before, but Hiro was written on most of his books and papers rather than Hiroshi which was also written on a few things. Celest hadn't gone through his things or anything, she just had a really good memory when it came to stuff like that.

"Go ahead," she said as she stepped aside to let him grab his book. The few times she'd really seen him around, at her locker mostly since they were locker partners, he never said much. Perhaps this was the first time he'd ever talked to her...she tried to recall. She'd said hello to him before but she couldn't recall if he'd ever said anything back. Even if he had, it had never really been much more than that.

Given this, even though she'd gathered her books already, she wasn't sure that she should go, head to class that is. She had some extra time anyhow, it wasn't as if she was in a rush or anything. So for now, she stood there, waiting to see if he had anything else to say.