Kira, or Kiki from only a select few and her parents were the only ones to use her first name, sat on a metal art stool near the windows and opposite the doors. In front of her, deft slim fingers rolled and moulded clay around a wire frame that was shaped like a tree. Her head bobbed as she hummed along to one of the tracks playing on her mp3, her mind lost in her own little world far from reality. A reality in which she wore forest green baggy cargo pants, held in place on her tiny waist by a thin black belt and a stark white spaghetti strap tank top, both currently covered by a school provided apron. Over her black messenger bag sat her mixed silk/polyester overshirt she picked up in the mens department of the boutique store, it being fully black with a tribal phoenix design on it. There were a few dried clay smudges along one cheek, across her nose and even her forehead. She ignored reality in favor of her new project, the art teacher wanted her to enter an upcoming art competition, and let her have all summer to think about what she wanted to showcase. Slowly the sad lump of what was to be a tree gained definition, the bark and the roots becoming more life like, thin twigs suddenly sprouting leaves. She smiled faintly, hazel eyes, even though the few other students, artsies or teachers pets, would swear that her eyes were an icy blue color, glanced up at the clock then sighed heavily. Placing all the clay on a tray next to her tree and the two frames she had for a human being, she wrapped them in a large plastic bag cover to keep the clay from drying out and set in up on a shelf where it wouldn't be damaged, her name written on the outside of the plastic, and hoped that it would indeed not suffer any damages before washing her hands and face at the large sink near the shelves with other incomplete works, then hung up the apron.

She stalked out into the mostly empty hallway, putting the over shirt on and leaving it unbuttoned. She silently stalked through the quiet halls to her locker, the only sound being the sound of the rubber soles from her black boots as they scuffed the floor. She reached her locker,growling slightly as she remembered that she'd been assigned the one on the floor as she kneeled and undone the lock combo. Switching out her text books for her morning class texts, she sneered at the English IV novel book she was made to read. They were studying Shakespeare and the teacher wanted to go over Romeo and Juliet, again. She'd rather read Othello or Hamlet again, those were good. Finishing the swap she stood and removed he earbuds, slowly winding the cord around the slim mp3 and pocketing it as she leaned against her locker, waiting for her friend to show up.

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Caleb sighed as he sat in the waiting room, his mother by his side reading some novel or another. He didn't care much really. He just wanted the therapist to show up already so he could actually make it to school by the time band came around. He wanted to get in some practice with a keyboard. If he couldn't make that, then at least lunch so he can hang out with his sister Kira, and his "adpoted" sister Ren. Fidgeting in his seat, earning him a look from his mother, he bolted out of his seat as the therapist finally showed up to start the, as he called it, torture. He really tried not to pout, but couldn't help it as the elder male just asked he sit for a little bit longing as the therapist went to his office to get set up. He just knew it was going to take forever.