The Next Morning :

On the other side of town, inside the grand mansion of the Cesairé family, nestled in the estate of the rich and famous, “ Put your Head on my shoulder ” by Paul Anka plays in loud volume in the room of the teenage daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Cesairé. Her legs are wide open, her mouth is agape, her hair is messy and her snore is as loud as a blaring siren.

The automatic curtains split as it opens. And the light rays of the sun radiate off her face. She groans as the sun rays disrupt her sleep.

With a snort, she jolts awake. With dim eyes, she scans her room...as if unaware of where she was. She shakes her head to shake off the sleep. She turns to her alarm that's blasting the masterpiece of a song.

She hits the snooze button and glares at the alarm as if it was the reason Mondays exist. With a frustrated groan, she plops back on the bed and covers herself with her blanket.

She uncovers herself and stares at the ceiling. She took in deep breaths to calm down. She didn't want to start the first day of the week with negative energy.

It took all the strength in her for her to get off the bed. Although, she still felt sleepy and would give anything to get back in bed...she remembered lazy people don't get jobs. And if you don't have a job...you can't have food and other basic necessities.

She shaked herself a little to get her blood flowing. She did some stretches, jumping jacks...and attempted to do 10 push ups.

“ One,” she lifted herself of the floor. “ Two,” she said with more strain. “ Nine, Ten!,” she skipped. She knew her strength.

She scratched her head and looked around her room once more. It was as if she was confused about her next move. As her braincells slowly awakened, she remembered she had to bathe and head to school.  Today is Talon Academy's resumption day...for the seniors and everyone that holds a very important position in the school. And our girl Talia is one of them.

She heads to her bathroom and takes a quick, yet time consuming bath. She used her various hair products but nothing for her face. Talia wasn't much of a makeup girl...her natural beauty was enough to put anyone on a chokehold.

She finally got ready. And with two hours to spare. She put on her cheerleader uniform, her bright purple colored pom poms in her bag, and her note book. She was ready to take on the days challenge....after breakfast though. You can't grab the day by it's throat on an empty stomach.

She came out her purple colored aesthetic room and headed downstairs to the dining. The more dominant color or the primary color of the house is white. White and cream... with furniture colors that match it's clear and abstract design.

She stepped down the seemingly long staircase, the sound of clanking ceramic plates filling the quite living room.

Talia jumped and skipped the final step as she reached the end...the sound of her thudding Snickers saying she landed with grace.

She walked to the kitchen counter where her mom was arranging breakfast.

“ Hey mom,” Talia greeted.

“ Mi Amor, how was your night?,”  Her mom asked lovingly.

“ It was good. It was peaceful,” Talia answered as she sat on a stool Infront of the kitchen counter.

“ Wonderful,” Her mom said with genuine satisfaction. “ Just a moment and breakfast will be ready,” she added with a grin.

A smile spread across Talia's face. She took off her backpack and took out her phone. The moment she turned on her data, notifications flooded in.

“ Oof! This is so many texts,” Talia said as she stared at her phone screen that showed her never ending notifications.

Her mom smiled as she poured hot water into powdered cocoa powder.

“ That's just one of the many.... inconveniences of being influencial,” Her mom tried sweetening.

“ School's just resuming and I already have so many things to do,” Talia said as frustration slowly kicked in.

Her mom smiled.

“ Now I'm kinda wishing I didn't take up those many responsibilities,” Talia said. She was genuinely tired.

“ Honey, you're a Cesairé. And Cesairé's always rise to the challenge. We completely obliterate, damage, eliminate! ( She started becoming more aggressive.) Assassinate! Murder! Destroy! Kill! And vaporize? ALL OF OUR OBSTACLES! ” She said a little bit tensed.

Talia leans back in shocked. Her mother was aggressive and she also looked tensed,tired, angry and frustrated.

“ The point is....take it head on,” she said softly.

“ Jezz,” Talia muttered to herself and continued going through her texts. She gasps excitedly. “ Keith finally texted back!,” Talia said excitedly.

“ Oooh, Keith, the handsome boyfriend?,” Her mom said playfully and coyly.

“ He's not my boyfriend...yet. I wish he'd just ask me already,” Talia said.

“ Don't worry. He will. Eventually. Then I'll have a handsome son-in-law,” She teased.

“ mom!,” Talia blushed.

A schedule alarm rings.

“ Oh shoot!,” Talia exclaims.

“ What!?,” Her mom asks in concern.

“ The principal wants to have an emergency meeting with all the seniors in the next.... hour”

“ And?”

“ I hate his meetings,” Talia groaned.

Her mom laughs heartily. “ Better get used to it,” Her mom said as the laugh lingered.

“ I have to leave now so I don't be late. And the principal has weird punishments,” Talia shivered in disgust.

“ Okay, I'll just pack your lunch to go,” Her mom said as she hurriedly packed her food in a takeaway plate.

Talia hanged her purple bag. She's always had this strange attraction to the color purple. You see what I did there....I made a movie reference.

As Talia stood up, Her mom hurriedly packed her food and handed it over to her. “ James, will take you to school. And best of luck,” Her mom placed a kiss on her cheeks.

“ Thanks mom,” Talia responded with a smile. She hurriedly ran out.

“ Hi James!,” Talia greeted the driver as she ran out.

“ Madam Talia! Looking radiant as ever,” he complimented.

“ Thanks James! Could you please take me to school?,” Talia asked politely.

“ I am your driver, so, of course I'll take you to school,” he got in the a jeep and zoomed off the Talon Academy!

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