@ NightStar;
Scarlett stepped out of her bedroom, and started for the stairs. Her house was built like all the others on her block. She had originally grown up in Detroit, but her step-father lost his job, causing them to move here. Scarlett, along with her mother, and sister Rose, all moved into the same house as their step-father, and his brother. Her step-father, Adam, had a brother named Marcus, and Marcus had a wife, and son of his own. Leaving seven people in total, under one roof. Quickly nabbing the one upstairs bathroom, she quickly got herself ready for school.
She ran down the stairs, and attempted to fly past her step-father. No such luck. "Where the fuck do you think you're going dressed like
that?" Beautiful, it wasn't even eight, and he was drinking.
Her mom had already left for work, she had to take her sister to an appointment. Her sister was lucky, for once she wished she had to go to the dentist. "I'm going to school?"
"Dressed like a whore? Hey! Marcus!" He started shouting for his brother to come take a look at her. Scarlett crossed her arms over her chest, and nudged her way past the two men. She shook off the words they shouted after her.
Running out the front door, Scarlett started down the sidewalk. She almost tripped as she passed in front of the one house. Looking down to see what she had bumped into, she kinda laughed. An older man, who appeared homeless, was drunkenly passed out in front of the house. She shook her head, and immediately took out her phone. She posted the mess to social media, and laughed.
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Lip stretched his arms above his head, he had to be up for his TA position, but his drinking from the night before left him with a slight headache. Groaning, he lit up a cigarette, and scrolled through his phone. He would have to go home and visit everyone tonight. He knew Liam was missing him, and he needed to talk to Carl about being stupid. Too many cops had been sneaking around the last time he was home.
Putting those thoughts behind him, Lip went to the bathroom, and took a quick shower. He got himself dressed, lit up another cigarette, and made his way to the lecture hall. Youens was late, per usual, which meant Lip would start class. He cleared his throat, and began some bullshit spiel until finally, a hungover Youens came waltzing in. Lip sat down, and began going back through papers.
Once class was dismissed, Lip made his way outside, and stood in place to smoke. There were too many things going through his head. The only thing to keep him occupied was to smoke, and people watch.
