Her parents had selected the alarm, like everything else in the house, and like all of those other things it annoyed Chiasa beyond words. Reed flutes? Really? She had changed the sound effect dozens of times, and Mother always changed it back. It didn't seem to matter when Chiasa did it either, it was always the reed flutes waking her up in the morning. She sighed heavily as she got out of bed and saw her uniform laid out for her in its accustomed place.<br/><br/>"Thanks a fuckload, Mother!" she called down, saying the offensive word in English for extra spite, "Clearly I can't get my damn uniform out on my own."<br/><br/>She dresses slowly, not in any particular rush. The alarm was set to give her more than enough time to get to school, even if she decided to walk rather than be driven. The uniform went on, followed by her own personal additions. A black lace hair tie to hold back her ponytailed hair, a single black velvet forearm glove, a metal-studded belt, and a loosely-tied black necktie complete the look to her satisfaction. She allows herself a smile as she applies black lipstick before leaving her room, ignoring both her mother's squack of protest and the breakfast she has laid out as she leaves the house, shaking her head and grabbing her phone. It wasn't like she didn't have the money to buy her meals out, and she had no intention of sitting at breakfast and listening to Mother's complaints about her looks. Why wouldn't they just leave her alone? She kept her grades up, what more did they need from her?<br/><br/>She stopped by a corner stand for breakfast, grabbing a pastry and a cup of coffee before continuing on towards school.