That tune. That song. There was that song again.

Her slate grey remained closed as she let the music wrap around her ankles and travel up the foot of her bed. It traveled around her ankles, swirled around her slender legs, fluttered around her belly, to eventually come to a rest in the pit of her heart. There was something about that song that made her feel more alive than she really was. At least she thought it was the song, it could have been last night's mix of meats and dairy making her feel like she had something crawling under her skin.

[i]"I can feel you sleeping there. Did you want to say something or did you want a show?"[/i] Charli mumbled, her eyes still closed tight. When most people got tired, they went to sleep and got up later- refreshed. If she went to sleep, she couldn't retain enough energy to remain alive. The last time she had gotten that low, well- she couldn't really remember what happened, but apparently it was bad. So though the girl was appearing to be in a deep sleep, Charlize was really just on stand-by; just as a computer or phone would act.

Charlize began to roll over, lifting the blanket and flashing Dodo her naked back side. 

She made the full turn before covering up again with the large quilt that adorned her double bed creation. Charlize turned her head looking over her shoulder her eyes slowly opening and blinking. Her slate eyes stared at the teacher. He was dedicated. That, or he was paid very well. Without warning she jerked the bed sending the man between the two mattress into what one could call a blanket cocoon. [i]"Bring me breakfast next time, and I might let you suck on something more than my hair."[/i] she snickered, the quilt wrapped around her as she waddled over to her suitcase. 

Getting ready for the day with the various mundane tasks most humans did, Charli finished her routine with putting on a pale pink blouse and a pair of dark pegged jeans. Before the incident she had a long, thick, jet black mane. They assumed the hair died and the pigment along with the regrowth. It was offered to her multiple times if she would like to have it restored to it's original state, but she declined; She started to find it a pretty shade of grey after awhile anyways.

The music had eventually come to a stop in her head. Charlize had noticed this as she pulled her hair into a small pony tail and clipped a few bobby pins in to keep her bangs out her way as she worked today in class. [i]"Don't stick around too much, you might find my secrets."[/i] Charlize told Dodo as she slipped on her boots and jacket, leaving the room with a slam of the door behind her. Treading through the school and outside into the cold and wet atmosphere to head to her first class of the day and of the year.