Vess - 6:48 AM
Vess was sitting in her room, reluctant to leave. Here, in the slums of Klintin, all the drunks were hung-over, the only Mind Noise that leaked off of them was of their drunken wet dreams, where as in the center of town, where Klintin High sat, the Mind Noise would threaten to drive her insane. It was still 6:48 A.M. but before long, she would need to drive to the center of town to attend her first class at 7:40. Aerii was lucky that the College was down by the river, where only the live-ins' minds dwelled. Then again the Seer would never have to deal with Mind Noise.
Vess reluctantly stood from her bed and went to her Jeep where her phone sat. On the dashboard were a pair of headphones, attached to an old model of LG phone with a cracked screen. Vess lifted the weathered device and placed the headphones snugly over her head. The sides of the earmuff-style phones were decorated with faded black roses and thorny stems that went up the bridge to intertwine with the stem from the opposite side. The loud singing and guitar riffs from Skillet's album "Rise" filled her ears as she hit the slightly discolored play button. Turning the key to her old 2006 Jeep Wrangler, she listened to the mix of purring engine and Skillet before beginning the drive to school.
The brick walls of Klintin High towered over Vess like a prison. The tastes of both anxiety and ecstasy filled her mouth with a foul mixture, like sugar and vinegar. This place always rubbed her the wrong way. And not just the lack of Tridecagrams, but also the overwhelming Mind Noise that she could hear from her house on days she was home. She couldn't wait for the day to be over. Vess took a gulp of her own spit before mashing the volume key on her LG and walking into the school, head down, hat on, and sunglasses in place.
Vess was sitting in her room, reluctant to leave. Here, in the slums of Klintin, all the drunks were hung-over, the only Mind Noise that leaked off of them was of their drunken wet dreams, where as in the center of town, where Klintin High sat, the Mind Noise would threaten to drive her insane. It was still 6:48 A.M. but before long, she would need to drive to the center of town to attend her first class at 7:40. Aerii was lucky that the College was down by the river, where only the live-ins' minds dwelled. Then again the Seer would never have to deal with Mind Noise.
Vess reluctantly stood from her bed and went to her Jeep where her phone sat. On the dashboard were a pair of headphones, attached to an old model of LG phone with a cracked screen. Vess lifted the weathered device and placed the headphones snugly over her head. The sides of the earmuff-style phones were decorated with faded black roses and thorny stems that went up the bridge to intertwine with the stem from the opposite side. The loud singing and guitar riffs from Skillet's album "Rise" filled her ears as she hit the slightly discolored play button. Turning the key to her old 2006 Jeep Wrangler, she listened to the mix of purring engine and Skillet before beginning the drive to school.
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The brick walls of Klintin High towered over Vess like a prison. The tastes of both anxiety and ecstasy filled her mouth with a foul mixture, like sugar and vinegar. This place always rubbed her the wrong way. And not just the lack of Tridecagrams, but also the overwhelming Mind Noise that she could hear from her house on days she was home. She couldn't wait for the day to be over. Vess took a gulp of her own spit before mashing the volume key on her LG and walking into the school, head down, hat on, and sunglasses in place.