<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kara Pennant<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Pink Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 8:30AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room on campus -> Omega U Running Track -> The Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivi, Benson<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<hr/><br/>Kara Pennant has always been someone who was in sync with nature. At least that's what she'd like to say. Alarms weren't really something she was into, much preferring to wake up more naturally thanks to her good ol' friend the Sun. Today was far more rough than it usually was for her, though. Her mind was cloudy, her core ached and her mouth just tasted... dry. With a click of the tongue on the ceiling of her mouth, the blonde kicked the sheets off of her and planted her feet flat on her bedroom floor. Getting into a routine was always her remedy to an awful evening and this Monday wasn't going to be any different!<br/><br/>Or so she thought.<br/><br/>Standing up, Kara moved to head toward the bathroom. It's at the end of the hallway once you leave her room but it felt like it only took her a few strides to get there. She found herself staring back at herself in the bathroom mirror, the light overhead making the mess that was her bedhead clearly evident. When did she move to turn on the light? No matter. She reached for her toothbrush with her left hand and went to nab the toothpaste with her other and just that alone felt strange. Having done the same thing every morning for as many mornings as she's been living her, there's a certain amount of time you give yourself to do something. Kara stood there, looking dumbfoundedly at her hands holding these everyday items like they were alien. She felt it was like when you pick up a box thinking it is completely full only to find out it is actually empty once you put your entire body into lifting it up. Weird.<br/><br/>"<strong>Okay, girl. Figure your life out. Stop being fucked up. Happy Monday.</strong>" The personal pep talk wasn't something she usually started her mornings with but today seemed like it was going to be one of those special days. Kara went on to brush her teeth, slip out of her black athletic shorts and tanktop and into a plain black thong, a pair of black fitted, compression leggings, a matching sports bra and a white muscle tee with the very inspiring word 'RUN' along her chest, she was ready for her morning laps around the track save for her obnoxiously coloured shoes.<br/><br/>In a flash, Kara was out and onto the track behind the athletic centre. As weird as her morning had been, there's no skipping the stretches! A few hands to toes, some lunges and then off she went on her morning run. She rounded the first corner, again having that strange feeling that something was off. Looking down at her wrist-worn activity tracker, she noticed the device only recorded only seconnds of activity. At this rate, she'd finish the lap in half a minute. Deciding to actually apply herself, Kara ended up back at the start in a personal record time. Hell, it was probably a world record.<br/><br/>Most people would fact check here but of course Kara wasn't most people. Her knee-jerk reaction was to reach for her phone and text the one person who may actually care: Vivienne Kajahara.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Hey V - you up? Whatever I was just on the track and something is all fucky</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: I crushed it</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Fastest laps ever!!!</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Seriously</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Like you are fast but I'd fucking kill you today</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Kara: Race meeeeeee</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Vivi: At the fountain in 20.</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier New;"><strong>Vivi: Bitch.</strong></span></span><br/><br/>Lightly cheering to no one in particular, Kara hustled her way to the fountain. She was eager to get this show on the road and hopefully beat the one girl she hasn't been able to in a foot race. Arriving on the scene, she spotted Vi with another kid from school. Presumably. He definitely had the face of someone who'd go here but his body was something else entirely. Stepping up beside her soccer team compatriot, Kara found herself staring at him for a few seconds too long. She didn't think he noticed as he was fixated on Vivienne. Small blessings.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey, Vi... who's your friend?</strong>" she said with a lost tone, matching the look on the gentleman's face.<br/><br/><em>This chick gets all the good looking guys. I don't get it!</em>If you could laugh in your head, that's exactly what Kara was doing after her silly jealous thought.