<div class="floatright">(https://safebooru.org//samples/2554/sample_8e3863bdb632e2baec2bd60a6efc6e7c91e5682e.jpg?2661769)</div><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Morning monologue</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>DEET DEET DEET DEET DEET DEET DEET DEET DEET</strong><br/><br/>The girl in bed whined discontentedly as her alarm clock shrieked its warning.  The hour was six-thirty local time, the day after Orientation for all the new students, and the first day of new school for Sanktuario, and it was too early to be waking up.  Maybe, she reasoned sleepily, if she rolled over and ignored it, the alarm would go off on its own and she could sleep some more?<br/><br/>Yes.  She would try this.  And so she rolled over and did her best to ignore the alarm clock.<br/><br/>To her mounting consternation, this plan did not work (and never mind the fact that this plan had never worked).  Clearly, she reasoned, she was going to have to do something about the awful noise-making thing for the sin of waking her from her very restful sleep.  Eyes still screwed shut, Makalya rolled in the other direction, this time toward her dresser, and fumbled blindly with one hand on the top of her dresser.  Books, combs, pencils, and a particularly resilient lamp were each in sequence knocked over, clattering on the ground; the sounds were not enough to dissuade the girl from her task until finally, her grasping fingers found exactly what she was looking for.<br/><br/>With a hard twist of her body, she flung it at major-league baseball fastball speeds towards her wall --<br/><br/>But rather than shatter satisfyingly into a thousand pieces, she registered the percussive -thunk- of the clock, bouncing off the wall at fastball speeds right back to where it had come --<br/><br/>And with a second -thud-, a "WAH!", a flail of blankets, and a third -thud-, Makayla came to sharp, full consciousness on the floor.<br/><br/>The girl whimpered again, clutching her shoulder where the clock had hit her, and made a sour face as her situation filtered back to her.  This was the first schoolday of her third year in Sanktuario, the private boarding school she had started attending after the Incident.  She was in her own room, as one of the school's Special Cases; the walls was made of rubber, and most of the things in here were difficult to casually break in a sleepy frenzy, including her alarm clock.  This was good, on account of she occasionally got bored and broke things; this was boring, on account that rubber walls really didn't allow for much in the way of decoration.<br/><br/>Also, there was a weird screen in front of her, which was new.<br/><br/>Makayla made a general swiping motion, distantly wondering if she was still somehow dreaming; it was only on her fourth try that she realized she wasn't actually touching anything that she started more seriously paying attention.  'Training to grow stronger?'  Weird.  Wasn't part of her problem that most people couldn't deal with her strength already?  Why would they give her a chance to get even stronger?  She identified the 'X' in the corner fairly quickly for what it was -- she did own a smartphone, encased in a couple solid inches of industrial rubber case -- and dismissed the window, blanching only at the idea that there would be punishments if she didn't do them.  It was too early to worry about exercise anyway.  She could put this off.<br/><br/>And so, school preparations began.</div></div><br/><br/><strong>"Good morning, Lucia!"</strong>Makalya called, arms up high, skipping the distance between them to the central hall.  She was in school clothes -- capri jeans, a hoodie, reliable sneakers, all of which was relatively well-loved.<strong>"And Allllilil!"</strong>she added as she recognized the one boy Lucia sometimes hung out with, managing to mangle his name for probably the thirtieth time since their relative acquaintance some time back.<strong>"And..."</strong><br/><br/>She paused, clearly hanging on what to say to the third person who had made her approach just a moment ago.<strong>"Did you just move in?"</strong>Makalya asked, very curious.<strong>"I don't think I know you yet.  My name is Makalya, this is Lucia, and this is Allil.  Curfew is over, so it's okay if he's in the main hall,"</strong>she explained with some measure of certainty,<strong>"but not if he's in anyone's room.  That's still against the rules."</strong><br/><br/>The girl nodded the nod of experience.<strong>"-Extremely- against the rules,"</strong>she said wisely.<strong>"So don't get caught."</strong>