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Unlike some people she knew, Wilisa was far from ever being a morning person. She was a creature of the night, if anything. Waking up just a little after the sun wasn't her thing. That was why when the alarm on her phone started beeping she groaned and slammed her fist down on the pillow she had buried her face in. Of course, this had done nothing to stop the incessant beeping. That was done by her giving in, unable to ignore the noise, and turned off the alarm. She had an hour to get to school. Luckily, this was her last year in the foreign exchange student program, because it was her last year in high school. She would be graduating this year and heading back home. Although, home didn't sound too great either.
The only thing that sounded good to Wilisa was skipping classes, but if she really did want to graduate then she would have to haul her moody a** out of bed and actually go. What a pain. She managed to lurch herself out of bed somehow and drag her feet to the bathroom, where she ran a brush through her black hair, brushed her teeth, and applied some more eyeliner, because you just couldn't have enough eyeliner. That was about it for her morning routine, so she headed back into her room and stripped off the tank top she wore to bed, replacing it with the school uniform, which she wanted to badly to burn. Then she headed to the front of the house.
Her foster family was already all gone to work, so she shrugged, grabbing herself a piece of fruit before she headed out the door. Sadly, she had to walk all the way to school, but it wasn't a strain on her or anything. Wilisa was physically fit and it often showed when she was punching walls in lieu of punching people, although it was normally people that made her as angry as she was. She wasn't the bully though, and actually found herself standing up for people against the school bullies, even if she didn't know them. She just wasn't going to stand for it was all.
