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</div>Name: Irina Caldwell<br/>Location: Irina’s Bedroom<br/>Approximate Time: 6:45 AM<br/>Wearing: White shirt and navy sweatpants<br/>Tagging/Mentioned: Sam, any Caldwell in the kitchen<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>After finishing a brace of pushups, Irina hops to her feet. All right! That got the blood flowing a little bit. Too bad it was a school-day -- no time for something more intense. Rummaging in her drawers for a white longsleeve tee and baggy navy sweatpants, she slips them on, tugging the cinch-string tight on the pants – they’d do until it was shower time anyhow. Irina always let her siblings get first crack at the bathroom.<br/><br/>Picking up her phone, Irina consults her day planner. Nothing really special school-wise. Packing, of course. She'd already done a lot of it, but there was still some room left in her smaller suitcase. One final cram session tonight to watch that expert video on the proper form for quick ski turns. Hopefully she could also catch the Brazil-Colombia match in the evening.<br/><br/>But then, of course, there was Darren, who’d probably want to see her before she went out of town. Irina sighs a little bit. What was she going to do about him? Lyssa keeps pushing her to end things. Going on and on about having a ‘coming out’ party. And Lyssa was cute and all, but Irina just didn’t know. Lyssa was certainly a friend, but Darren doted on her. Why did everyone have to be so … clingy and needy all the time? Ugh, dealing with people was frustrating enough. Relationships took it next level. Maybe she could just stall until after she gets back from vacation.<br/><br/>Enough of such thoughts! She wasn’t going to let stupid social junk ruin her day. It was time for breakfast! Slipping on a set of headphones, she sets a nice energetic, optimistic playlist going and tucks the phone into a pocket on her sweatpants. After a moment, the music helps return a smile to her lips and she heads out of her room and darts down the hall for the stairs. Oh, there’s Sam, moving like a zombie that hasn’t had a brain in a week.<br/><br/>“Goo~od morning, sis!” She calls in her most cheerful, lilting tone as she zips past, mostly just to bug her little sister. Maybe if she wasn’t up half the night on Facebook or Snapchat or whatever, Sam’s mornings might not be so foul.<br/><br/>She heads downstairs to see if anyone has beaten her to the kitchen.