The alarm clock beeped until it became a horrendous din in the silent bedroom. The luminous numbering on the clock read 06:45am. On the bed, a few feet from the alarm clock’s desk, lay a large bundle of blankets which were concealing someone from sight. From under the bundle of blankets emerged a redheaded teenager, her long hair hiding her green eyes from view. Yawning loudly and stretching, she quickly turned of the beeping machine. The curtains were drawn and a brilliant light invaded the room, illuminating the light green walls and light wooden flooring. The room was newly furnished, and newly inhabited. A silver frame four poster beds stood majestically in the middle of the room, a vanity desk complete with make-up strewn across the surface was pushed against the wall the window occupied, a computer desk occupied the third wall furthest from the window. A flat screen television hang from the wall opposite the bed with two blue bean bags lying on the floor in front of it. It had a certain air of tidiness to it.
She ambled across the room over to the white door that had WARDROBE engraved in big pink lettering, she removed from it her attire for the day. She slipped into a baby blue sweatshirt and a pair of navy blue jeans that had been strategically slashed at the knees. Perching down on her desk chair she combed her wavy hair until it lay undisturbed and straight down her back. Her eyes grew bigger as she applied eyeliner and her lashes grew longer with a stroke of mascara. “A little can’t hurt, Illyria. A little can’t hurt you.” She muttered to herself while applying the make-up.
After she was positive she looked decent enough to leave the room she quickly grabbed her white backpack and white hoody. Bounding down the stairs she paused to look at her two favourite photos in the whole world. One was of her and her first bike and her father showing her how to ride it. Illyria’s eyes glazed over as she thought of that day, her father telling her to pedal like the wind and don’t look back before letting her pedal by herself. She laughed, “I barely made it to the Patterson’s gate before crashing into the hedge!”
The second photo was by and large her favourite. It showed her and her father, she holding on for dear life while sitting on his broad shoulders. Both were smiling wildly, she wore a baseball cap and he the same. “I remember that day. We were going to my first baseball game at a proper stadium…” She sighed, “That was the last photo ever taken with him.”
Illyria’s father had died in a car crash when she was seven. She remembered it well, it was two days after her birthday, and he was driving home when the drunken lorry pulled out of the junction. ..
Illyria had to wipe the tears that had been forming in her eyes. “Illyria! You’ll be late hon.” Her mother appeared at the bottom of the stairs, brandishing a black, damaged briefcase that her father used. “You, my gal, cannae is late for the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOOOOOOL!!!” She sang the last words loudly.
“I KNOOOOW!” Illyria sang back to her, pulling away from the depressing memories of her father’s last day. She ran down the last steps, kissed her mother lightly on the cheek before disappearing out the front door and to her car. She was blinded by the sunlight that was reflecting of the Turquoise Mini Cooper. Illyria opened the door carefully and slid her bag into the back seats before slipping into the driver’s seat. The car revved as she turned the key in the ignition. She kept her eyes on her mirrors as she pulled out of the driveway. “And to Hell we travel.”

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Illyria knocked on the door to her Homeroom. Short, sharp raps. A small voice reached from around it and called, “Yes? Come in.”
Illyria turned the knob quickly and pushed the door open wide, once inside the room she closed it behind her. She turned to see a room filled with kids, jocks, nerds, cheerleaders and the alternative. Her eyes also befell a short stumpy woman with flowing chestnut hair and half-moon glasses framing her large brown eyes. The woman motioned Illyria to come forward, “I’m Miss Duran. Now, who might you be?”
Feeling all eyes on her, Illyria began to stutter slightly, like she did when she was really nervous. “I’m, I’m Illyria Moriarty. The, the new girl. I’ve b-been assigned to this homeroom.” Miss Desna’s large eyes seemed to study Illyria over, she smiled sweetly, “Ah, the new girl. Well, do take a seat. Eh,” she glanced around the room, “ah, there is a free seat by Devona and Frank. Off you pop!”
Illyria walked down the isle slowly, looking for the seat. A boy with short spiked black hair and fair skin laughed as she walked past, “You poor thing. First day, a pretty girl like you and you have to sit with the freaks of the school!”
“Shut up, cocknose!” The hiss came from behind her, Illyria turned her head to see a girl and a boy, both were decked out in black and had a unique hairstyle. Illyria thought they did look a tad odd, but she wasn’t prejudice, she turned back to the jock and smiled, “I’m sure they’re lovely.”
Sitting in her seat, Illyria removed her bag and coat placing them on the floor. She studied the girl she now knew as Devona. Her odd haircut was quite unique to all styles Illyria had seen, half was quite short and half was down to her chin. Her short side was dyed an extremely brilliant white colour and her long side lay a dark black. Her features were quite similar to the boy, who she assumed was Frank. Their large eyes were a brilliant hazel with a mischievous glint, their lips were the same pink and shape except Devona’s were slightly rounder. Her choice of clothing clashed with her pale skin, a black hooded jumper hung on her shoulders and was zipped down enough to reveal a dark red t-shirt and a pair of black denim skinny jeans hung to her thighs. A pair of red converse topped of the look. Around Devona’s neck were a pair of headphones, they buzzed quietly.
The boy, who was smiling at Illyria, had the same kind of style. His black hair was long enough to hide the top of his ears. His choice of clothing were a black t-shirt with the words, “I shower NAKED!” on the front in a bold pink. A pair of dark blue jeans that, like Illyria’s, were slashed at the knee half-hid a pair of white etnies from view. Illyria’s eyes flew back to the words on the t-shirt and she stifled a giggle.
Frank’s smile grew wider, “You like?” He motioned to his top, “It’s true you know. I shower in my birthday suit.” He extended a hand out to Illyria, “I’m Frank, this fartbag here is my sister, Devona.”
“Pleased to meet you, Frank and you too, Devona.” Illyria smiled, her accent came through with the words. Devona’s head instantly shot up. “My god!” She had a huge grin on her face, “Are you Irish,?”
“Top of the morning to you, der.” Illyria smiled back, “Well, I’m a hybrid. Half American and half Irish. And you?”
Devona’s face saddened, “Irish, no, sadly.” Frank erupted with laughter. “No you twat she means what nationality are you! No, are you Irish?!” Frank turned to Illyria, “No, baby. We’re all American.”
“Ah, I just moved here, from Dublin. We, my mum and I, moved into Webster Place in the holidays.” Illyria explained for them, her eyebrows raised as she took in their stunned looks. “What?”
“Webster Place is like, the most expensive place to live. How did you get that place?”
Illyria was like a deer caught in the headlights, like she got when her dad came up in a subject. “Hem, mum and I came into money recently. That’s all.”
“Whoa, you’re, like, on the run from the Mafia, right?” Frank asked while grinning.
“Heh, yeah. I run from the Mafia and come to New Jersey. Clever.”
The buzz from Devona’s headphones grew louder and Illyria could recognise the tune,

…Let the banana spilt
And watch it go right to your thighs…
“Hey, is that Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss by The Bloodhound Gang?” Illyria asked sheepishly.
Devona smirked lightly, “You and me, could be friends…as long as pink doesn’t get near me.”
“Yeah, she has a phobia of pink. That’s why I wear some. Just to freak her out.” He grabbed the front of his shirt and pushed it towards Devona. “Piiinnnkk! Pppiinnkk!” He hissed at her playfully. Devona slapped him on the arm, “Why do I bother spending my time with you?!”
“Because, we came from the same uterus.” Frank said simply.
“Eww. Dude, that’s a image I didn’t need.” The two girls said at the same time.
RING!!! RING!!!
“Oh, no!” Devona cried out. “Don’t make me go to Maths, Ms D. Please?”
“Get moving!” Ms Desna shouted back.
Along the way to maths a conversation broke out over why Devona hated Maths so much and why Illyria liked it so much. Illyria also discovered she had Mrs Lovett for her teacher.
“Hey, Alonzo’s in that class right?” Devona asked Frank, who nodded.
“Who’s Alonzo?” Illyria asked.
“He’s the only nice jock in the school. You’ll like him.”
Illyria stood at the door to her class, “Which one is he?” She asked Devona quickly, who replied with, “Look for the Machine.”
Illyria sat in the nearest empty seat, retrieving the textbook and jotter she received from the professor at the start of the class. Halfway through writing the title of the lesson, Illyria was joined by a humongous teenage boy. His dark skin was a deep brown and his eyes reflected the same colour. His large lips were slightly pinked. His blue t-shirt clung to his skin, revealing a set of rippling muscles, his kaki shorts revealed strong, powerful legs. His massive muscled arms were only matched by his humongous height. Even while sitting he was at least a foot taller than Illyria. “Oh! You must be the machine Devona was talking about!” She exclaimed, she then covered her mouth and apologized in a whisper.
The boy looked at her questioningly. “Machine? Oh! That old joke again…will they ever give up. I’m Alonzo Barra. Hey, you‘re the new kid right? The ‘pretty Irish’ I’ve been told about. ”
“I don’t know about pretty, but, I’m Illyria Moriarty.”
“So, you are Irish?”
“Why does everyone comment on that first…”

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“No, no, no. Alonzo, it’s A squared equals the square root of 27 minus the square of D! That’s the answer to one the answer to two is AxCxB-(DxE)!” Illyria protested to Alonzo, positive that she was right.
His eyebrows, which had been knitted together, loosened up and he smiled widely. “Oh yeah! And, and, to get answer three you have to minus the two previous answers to each other and find it’s square root! That makes it,” he knitted his eyebrows together once again, Illyria started thinking through the whole equation once more. She then jumped in her seat when Alonzo burst out with his proposed answer, “It’s twenty six point three!” The pair checked it on their calculators, Alonzo was correct. They smiled at each other in triumph, the rest of the class had only just reached the end of question one and it had been a good half hour.
Alonzo’s hand melded into a fist. He held it suspended in the air, “Fist me!”
Illyria’s laughter echoed around the room as did other’s. “Excuse me?”
“Ha-ha! Very funny, give me ‘respect’!” Illyria returned this homie gesture and continued on with her mathematics.
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Walking down the hallway Alonzo and Illyria got to know each other a tad better. They talked of the events of childhood, favourite things and such.
“Well, I have to say that Allan Carr trumps the big eared hobbit you love so much. I mean the man’s extremely funny and he is an awesome gay! You’d have to be brilliant to be able to be good at both!!” Alonzo stated in his deep voice, a smile carved into the deep brown face of his. Illyria scoffed and prepared to defend Lee Evan’s honour, but stopped abruptly when a squeal shot through the hallway.
“Alonzo! Baby!”
Alonzo’s smile grew bigger and he turned around in the direction of the squeal. Illyria followed his gaze and her sight befell a girl running up the hallway, quite skilfully, in what Illyria perceived as ‘Hooker Heels’. The girl was much taller than Illyria, but that was the heels desired effect, her skin tone was brown, like Alonzo’s but a slightly lighter tone to it. Her jet black hair lay down her back in tightly drawn dreadlocks that framed her angelic face. The girl’s eyes were the darkest green Illyria had ever seen and the widest eyes she’d ever seen also. Her lips were pulled back in a sassy grin. “Hellooo, my chocolate love machine.” The pair embraced and led onto a session of feverish kissing. Illyria grew a tad uncomfortable and the feeling heightened when the girl detached from her boyfriends face to sneer at Illyria. “Who’s this Ginger?”
“Now, Hon don’t be mean, this is Illyria’s first day, Cherie. Illyria, this is Cherie, my girl.” Alonzo smiled. Illyria was pleased to see Alonzo happy, but she wasn’t fond of the fact the one making him happy was a bit of a bitch.
“See, white girl, this,” she gestured to Alonzo, “is all mine. Touch him and my seven inch heel is going up that bony ass of yours! Are we clear?” Cherie hissed at Illyria.
“We’re clear, Cherie, is it?”
Before Cherie could bitch about Illyria again someone yanked Illyria backwards. “Hey dude. Onwards to Home Ec!” Devona muttered happily to Illyria before pulling her down the hallway. “Dude, never speak to Alonzo in front of Cherie. She may just kill you next time.”
“Yeah, with those massive heels of hers…Devona, how does a girl walk in those without braking her ankles?”

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