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Fleur woke up at around 5:40am and yawned. She stretched her hands over her head and went to her wardrobe. Slim fingers clutched around a light brown knit sweater and a pair of dark jean shorts. She grabbed her shower basket and made her way out of her room. She walked down the hallway, she could hear a buzz of laughter and sound as she made her way to the showers. She pushed open the door and headed to one of the stalls.

After her cold shower (she didn't want to be the cause of the hot water running out in the girls dorm.) she headed back to her room. Sunlight spilled in through her windows and her room was bathed in a warm light. She clicked off her fairy lights that she kept on every night and piled a bunch of her school books into her messenger bag. She opened up the compact that was lying on her desk and applied a quick slash of eyeliner and lip gloss before tying her hair up into a messy braided bun. She made her bed, messily before heading out of her room, messenger bag swinging from her shoulder as she headed to the cafeteria. The dewey bright green grass flattened as she walk over them in a pair of brown leather ankle boots before springing back into their immaculate blades once again. She moved through the doors of the cafeteria and into the relatively quiet bustle of the food hall. The smell of coffee and pancakes reached her and she gave a small smile, grabbing a warm plate from a stack at the front and filling her plate with french toast, fruit and bacon as well as a glass of orange juice before settling down onto an empty table. She took one of her physics books out of her bag and lay it flat against the table, reading from it while she lifted forkfuls of french toast into her mouth. It was a quiet morning and she was grateful for that. She was smiling slowly as she read, sipping from her glass of orange glass and quirking an eyebrow at lines in the book that she particularly liked.

Greer was not the worlds best roommate to say the least. He'd just been assigned a room in the girls dorm, a mistake on the principals part, or perhaps it had been on purpose, he didn't give a stuff ... It was certainly no coincidence his roommate was transgender. They'd either be best friends forever by the end of the year, bonding over their non-gender-conforming similarities ... or they'd be insufferable for each other. Greer was an antithesis of sorts. He made a very pretty "girl", didn't correct when people called him a guy or a girl. He wasn't transitioning, and had no intentions to, some losers on Tumblr had called him a poser and claimed he was damaging the entire trans* movement ... But his style was just "him" ... he didn't care about definitions.

Maybe Mia was one of them types who hated him... or maybe Mia would like having someone to talk to who understood the trials of tucking?

Gender and appearances aside, Greer wasn't the easiest to live with anyway, staying up all hours reading, or scratching away in a sketchbook and cursing profusely which was an integral part of the creative process.

Greer lived on coffee and fruit-salad, a self-proclaimed "fruit bat". When he did finally cram in a few hours of sleep, they usually hit him suddenly and he'd straight up collapse or sleep in the middle of whatever activity he was doing. It wasn't narcolepsy, he'd been tested for it, he was just happy to sleep wherever and whenever he crashed. His unusual routines may have been annoying, but at the very least, he wasn't a nosey roommate, he wasn't messy and he didn't make too much noise aside from the scratch of pencils or brushes on canvas and a muttering of curses.

There was a guard outside their door of course, for fear the scary gender-nonconforming creatures in room 217 would commit all sorts of vile sexually deviant acts upon the poor unsuspecting girls on the hall ...
"Good grief could the PTA be any more incorrect ... it's the boys dorm that needs security not the girls ... " Greer thought to himself.
Greer had already developed a crush of course, because that's what school was all about wasn't it? Not that he'd told anyone of course. He wasn't capable of such sentimental emotions or fretting over anything as silly as a crush, nope, not Greer!!!

Pulling out his things, a wash bag, a black tulle skirt that just about hit his knees and a floaty black shirt with an asymmetrical hem. Black socks and lacy underwear (even under a skirt, a guy had to look his best!). Greer didn't have a particularly sharp or masculine face, but it certainly looked different without immaculate makeup. Today he had panda eyes, tangled black and white dreadlocks, and a loose band t-shirt over a pair of tracksuit bottoms that were splattered with paint. He was considerably androgynous, until his transformation into goth-girl was complete. Handsome and beautiful (not to mention perpetually intimidating) at the same time.
"Mia, get up" he said, shaking his roommates leg, voice gentle, but so clearly masculine there was no mistaking his biology despite his delicate looks.
"I have to put on my make-up and Captain Crunch won't let me take a shower unless you get your ass out of bed or stay in all day. Either be smelly today or get up right now."

Greer took to giving their guard a variety of different amusing names to entertain himself. Captain Crunch, Deputy Doorstep, Lady Bacon (because cops were called pigs, and she was basically an officer on their doorstop), and very sarcastically "Guardian Angel".

No matter how little sleep he had, he always got up with plenty of time to spend perfecting his hair and face. He had his black and white dreadlocks still twisted perfectly into place so that was easy, but makeup was an art and art took time.
"C'mon or I'll go to the boys dorm by myself and get into all sorts of trouble." Greer had no problem going over there, btu he'd been explicitly warned not to.

The night was long and painful, usually he'd get to sleep by around 3:00 but the night was just against him. Alex spent the rest of the night reading and checking his page on a social media site, "oh.", Alex sighed, The phone beeped "6:00", time to start the term... and a new school year.
Alex showered for a short five minutes and got dressed in his everyday clothes, a dark hoodie, pants and laced plimsolls. He filled his small bag with the books for the day, placed his earphones in and walked out of the dorm towards the cafeteria, he thought he heard muffled insults but it was just his earphones. Alex arrived at the cafeteria hall and took a bowl from the stand, he didn't want anything too big so he just filled his bowl with the first cereal he saw, corn flakes, he picked up a spoon and traversed the side of the cafeteria to an empty table near the window, the sun shone through and made his table stand out, if anyone came he'd just leave and eat on the ground.

Nicole woke up from a somewhat restful night's sleep. Ready to tackle the day's events. And boy, what a day this was going to be. A mandatory assembly was called and so she must go. She wondered what it would be about. Would it be the traditional call to arms about the glory of the school and how we should all hold hands and sing Kumbaya. Or was there something else in the works? Blackwell didn't do anything without a meaning, that much she had been sure of since her first days here.

But for now, she had to get ready for the day. She grabbed her shower supplies and made her way to the shower room, nodding her head and smiling at some of the girls she passed. She made her way inside, grabbing the nearest shower stall and taking a quick hot shower. Though the hot water wasn't always there, today it was piping hot. She wanted to have a quick one so the others could get theirs in before the day. She knew the girls would be especially grateful for that. After her shower, she walked back to her room to finish preparations. She dried her hair and styled it, put on her make-up and got her outfit together. Since it was the first day, she went with a red peasant blouse, a pair of jeans, and some black low-heeled boots. She also put on her necklace that held a picture of her family inside of it. She treasured it and wanted her family with her on her first day of school. Though she wasn't new to Blackwell, it still gave her some hope having them with her. She packed things in her bag, books and other school supplies, got her camera case with her, checked herself in the mirror before she opened her door and made her way to the assembly. She wondered who she would run into on her way there. Perhaps they could sit together.

The sound of his phone alarm buzzing was enough to snap Nicholas awake. He lazily reached towards the buzzing phone, his face still stuffed in his pillows. After finally getting ahold of the vibrating phone he;d silence it by accessing its home screen. With his phone still in his hand, he rubbed his eyes before scrolling through his usual notifications of females texting him (females meaning his mom asking him to reply to her emails). He would groggily get up from his bed, grabbing his towel and toothbrush on his way out his dorm room. On his way to the bathroom he would see Alex exiting the boy's shower room. Quiet kid. Nicholas doesn't really know much about him...Nicholas thinks no one does actually.

He would brush his teeth for a few minutes in the sink then spend time checking himself out in the mirror. After staring at the incredibly handsome model in the mirror he would take a quick shower and head back to him room. Nicholas always planned his outfits out the day before in his mind so it was pretty much recreating his vision when dressing up. Today he wore an elongated black t shirt with an acid wash denim jacket, black skinny jeans and vans.

On his way out the dorm he remembered there was going to be an assembly most likely about the twitter page that had been insulting students at Blackwell. He doesn't seem to have been targeted so he didn't really care too much about the situation. The owner of the account is obviously intimidated by his charm. He would smirk to himself as he headed to where the assembly was being held.

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An escaping snore had startled the young girl awake. "Huh?" she said, thinking it was a person speaking to her rather than her own gaping mouth. Reaching to her cellphone that sat on the end table she looked at the time. It wasn't too terribly late in the day, but because of her late night browsing the internet and watching Youtube videos, she could have slept a few more hours. Outreaching her arms, she felt around for her laptop on her bed. Pressing her fingertips into it, she pulled the laptop up to her chest and flipped open the lid. She hadn't escaped from the warmth of her blankets yet before she began looking at all of her social media sites, emails, and other daily things she checked. Reading through comments she shook her head. It was disgusting how people treated one another at this school sometime. She wasn't new to the nasty comments, but it wasn't as bad as the ones she had received at her previous school.

She pressed like on a few pictures, comments, and funny videos before closing the laptop and pushing it away.

Swinging her legs down, Evelyn revealed her bare thighs as the blankets came off. She always slept in a teeshirt and underwear, as it was the most comfortable, and comfort beat everything when it came to sleeping positions. Gathering her belongings needed for the girl's dormitory restroom she went to shower and get dressed for the day. Looking at herself in the mirror she applied makeup and examined the roots of her hair. She could tell where the blonde was starting to grow back in. Making a mental note, she would need to re-dye it sometime again soon. Maybe even one of the girls in the dorm would give her a hand so she could make sure she got it all.

After her morning routine she made her way down to the dining hall, gathering a chocolate chip muffin and a black coffee, she found a chair to sit in as she began to pick apart the wrapper and break apart of the pastry into smaller parts to pop into her mouth. Taking a sip of her coffee, she browsed around the cafeteria with a sleepy gaze.

Mia wasn't exactly happy to have a roommate and him deciding to wake her up before her alarm wasn't the smartest move.

"Uuuuh- my alarm didn't go off yet." she groaned opening those brown eyes before pushing her glasses back on; she must've passed out at some point listening to her music. The shower comment is what brought her back to reality from a half sleeping state. Pushing herself up Mia searched through blankets to find her headphones putting them around her neck. "Well tell her that I don't use the boy's showers because I-" grabbing her chest she squeezed a small smile forming on those lips, "have tits. I've been using the girl's showers by myself ever since I came here so I don't see why it'd be a problem now and I have practice today so I'll take a shower tonight."

Slipping off her rather tall bed and standing up Mia gave another groan as she picked up yesterday's pants slipping them back on, "SHit I don't want to go to practice." Kicking the shit on her floor around until she found her hairbrush she scooped it up and began taming that beautifully long messy hair. The first impression that Greer probably got was that Mia was a bitchy slob behind closed doors.

"Well tell her that I don't use the boy's showers because I-" grabbing her chest she squeezed a small smile forming on those lips, "have tits. I've been using the girl's showers by myself ever since I came here so I don't see why it'd be a problem now and I have practice today so I'll take a shower tonight."

"And I don't" Greer replied breezily, no need to grab his own chest, it was utterly flat. "And the problem is you were born with a dick" Greer added without even flinching. One thing about the perpetually-bored goth kid, was that he was blunt, utterly blunt. "I don't make the rules." he rolled his eyes. "I'm not remotely interested in any of these airheads, but until we both get bottom surgery- no one will take either of us seriously here"

Greer didn't sound particularly moved about it though ... he didn't want to get any surgery at all, he was content in his body but it certainly caused trouble sometimes. "Good thing I'm fond of clowns" he shrugged, no one taking Greer seriously wasn't a problem.

"I'll be back in ten" he scooped up his things to shower and change, giving Alyssa a wave on his way out. "C'mon my loyal sentry, stand guard to make sure I don't grope the poor unsuspecting girls" he said sarcastically.

All things considered, Alyssa wasn't all that bad. She didn't seem to think either of them were a threat to the girls. Mia was a girl, and Greer dressed like one but was quite obviously gay as soon as he opened his mouth. It didn't take Alyssa long to figure it out of course. One skype call with Greer's sister last night had completely removed any doubts. Despite being utterly different, Cassandra and Greer had similar celebrity crushes. Chris Evan's, bizarrely enough, topped the list for them both.

Alyssa ensured the bathroom was cleared and kept watch, an eye on Mia and Greer's door, and sticking a close distance to the bathroom as well to tell the other girls to wait a moment because Greer was inside (and godforbid one of them would catch a glimpse of him naked ...) Quite honestly, he didn't care, by now, the girls had seen it all before, they weren't children. He wasn't mortified by his body like most other teenagers were, but for the sake of following school policies on "decency" and acceptable conduct etc, it ensured both male and female students remained separated when they were in "less than decent dress".
It had its advantages, Greer didn't have to worry about anyone stealing his shampoo if he left it aside for a moment.

True to his word, he was washed, dressed and made up within ten minutes. Dreadlocks coiled back and artfully pinned in place so they could dry (which would take hours) without dripping all over him. Greer's half of the room was pristine, or at least, close to pristine. Bed made, clothing not bursting out of the wardrobe and spilling across the floor. His desk was perfectly in order, aside from a half-assembled art piece which didn't look particularly like anything just yet. He grabbed his sketchbook from the desk, a compact and black lipstick, phone and wallet, and jammed them into his bag, a coffin-shaped purse of course. At least Mia's mess was mostly confined to her side of the room.

Breakfast came before the dreaded assembly ... *hooray*. Greer had a banana, sliced up, and sprinkled on dry toast. He sketched idly in his sketchbook as he ate breakfast.

Mia was actually caught off guard by the comment. Normally she would have some witty come back ready, but this wasn't something she expected from Greer. At the added statement she muttered watching him walk out, "Speak for your fucking self..." Mia wasn't interested in taking the victim card and anything less than her all wasn't good enough. Maybe certain people wouldn't take her seriously, but damn she worked hard to make the majority respect her. In Blackwell, that was a true accomplishment on her part.

Setting her brush down on the bed before grabbing a shirt from her closet she slipped it over her pink shorts bra. Great Mia wasn't even half way through the day and now she was all riled up. Slapping on a layer of lip gloss and half-heartedly applying eyeliner the young woman was ready for another pointless day of high school; at least the food was good.

Soon Mia was sitting down with a pile of food scrolling through her phone while rap music blasted through her headphones. Socializing in the morning wasn't really her cup of tea.

@Spud