(if anyone wants to jump in, feel free to do so.)
Yris woke up in her petite dormitory, nudged in one of the far corners of school property, where no student ventured, save the adventurous ones who were intrigued by the vast and mostly deserted east wing. The room was barren and monotone, the walls flaking with the years of the room's vacancy, sporting a muddy brown coat of paint; the floorboards seemed to be able to give in at any moment, weighed down by the thousands of feet that had walked upon them in the past, resulting in some warped wood pieces throughout the room, as well as a dull creak when one walked.
While her living conditions were perhaps not ideal to most: not being able to return home to a truly warm abode, warmed by the inhabitant's family and friends as well as a genuine heater. But the confinement she found herself in drew no complaints from her - she was safe. There were no alcoholics bellowing or threatening her in her innocence, there was no worry from not being fed once more, and no emotional instability. It was she provided the light in the room, the energy of the small confinement. The walls were barren, the bed rather barebones, and the floors stripped, yet the room was beautiful. One soul illuminated the place, peculiarly enough, giving life to the dead.
As she jumped out of bed, she headed to the bathroom to get ready, putting on some somewhat antiquated hard rock to wake herself up, humming along to the tune, as the water fell on her face in patters, awaking her in a second sense as she showered. Once the water ceased, she headed to her sink, brushing her teeth, before eyeing her makeup hesitantly...it was the first day of school...but there wasn't enough. She would save it yet another day, as she had done for months now, awaiting for the arrival of another important, truly special, event. Not that she was a makeup type of girl anyway, but the notion of putting something more than just lotion on her face oddly intrigued her. In a sort of finale to her otherwise normal morning routine, she put on some clothes, opting for a cozy knitted turquoise sweater and some skinny jeans, which had a specific cut-out for her bushy fox tail. As she finally deserted her room, only after grabbing her backpack and one of her many scarves, she wondered over the phenomenon that haunted her every morning: "Why am I this way, why me of all people?" That topic would linger within her for the two minutes or so before it took to reach the portion of the school where she might actually witness other students and not simply faculty, when it faded away as she reminded herself that she was not alone. Well, she was surrounded by other loners, so was she truly together, the opposite of alone?
Yris headed into algebra 2, sporting a smile and a friendly wave to the teacher as she took a seat.
