Zero To Hero // 4/4 // CLOSED

"No. I'm not getting out of my bed," Ness mumbled. "The blankets have acceptedme as one of their own, and if I leave now, I may lose their trust. You wouldn't know how it is, the delicate truce between human and their bed covers."

She got out of bed all the same. She looked a mess, with her hair all over the place, and her clothes, which she hadn't changed from yesterday, rumbled and dirty. It looked as though she had slept through a hurricane. Or maybe she was the hurricane.

"I don't see why you're making me get out of bed."

"Sorry for trying to keep you out of detention." Bella said, lacing up her boots. "Now c'mon, we can't be late."

"I've already had enough detentions for that place to be considered a second home," Ness grumbled. She brushed her hair and pulled on some semi-neat clothes before glancing longingly at her bed again.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP Kingsley was woken up by her alarm. She smacked it off with a hit, rolling out of bed. Another day of school. She walked over to her closet, grabbing out her clothes for the day. As she headed into the bathroom, she looked at Oskar in his bed. "Oskar. Get up. Time for school."

Oskar stirred, mumbling something about "Three more minutes," as he sank down deeper beneath his blankets, relishing in the warmth they offered. He tugged his pillow over his head, as if that could somehow protect him from the outside world and give him more time to laze in bed. Though, now that he'd been awakened, the little voice in the back of his mind started to scold him, warning him that if he drifted back to sleep, he'd probably get in trouble. He didn't like that little voice today, because it ruined any chances he had of continuing his peaceful slumber. He let out a tiny huff beneath the pillow before shoving it off with visible reluctance. He only slept a few hours, but that was mostly in his own fault. He'd made the choice to stay up until well after three in the morning watching videos on his phone, after all, but he chose to blame that on his insomnia.

("No. I'm not getting out of my bed," Ness mumbled. "The blankets have accepted me as one of their own, and if I leave now, I may lose their trust. You wouldn't know how it is, the delicate truce between human and their bed covers." –Ness. This is a quote to live by. I will use it in the future when people try to wake me up in the wee hours of the morning for college.)

Oskar stirred, mumbling something about "Three more minutes," as he sank down deeper beneath his blankets, relishing in the warmth they offered. He tugged his pillow over his head, as if that could somehow protect him from the outside world and give him more time to laze in bed. Though, now that he'd been awakened, the little voice in the back of his mind started to scold him, warning him that if he drifted back to sleep, he'd probably get in trouble. He didn't like that little voice today, because it ruined any chances he had of continuing his peaceful slumber. He let out a tiny huff beneath the pillow before shoving it off with visible reluctance. He only slept a few hours, but that was mostly in his own fault. He'd made the choice to stay up until well after three in the morning watching videos on his phone, after all, but he chose to blame that on his insomnia.

"No, get the fuck up." She tapped her foot on the ground before walking into the bathroom and hopping into the shower. The tap sent an invisible sound wave to under Oskar's bed. When in position, the sound wave silently exploded. It launched Oskar out of bed but didn't do any physical damage to anything.

"Would avoiding one really kill you, though?" Bella asked, pulling the messenger bag she used for books on to her shoulder, turning towards the door.

Oskar let out some undignified yawp as he was launched from the comfort of his bed and onto the floor, still entangled in his mess of blankets. "That was— not necessary." He scrambled clumsily to his feet, unwrapping his ankles from the sheets before picking the blankets up and sloppily wadding them up. He chucked them onto his mattress and dragged himself over to one of the dresser drawers, where he rummaged around for his clothes. A slightly wrinkled pair of dark jeans, a band t-shirt, and a jacket would do him just fine.

("No. I'm not getting out of my bed," Ness mumbled. "The blankets have accepted me as one of their own, and if I leave now, I may lose their trust. You wouldn't know how it is, the delicate truce between human and their bed covers." –Ness. This is a quote to live by. I will use it in the future when people try to wake me up in the wee hours of the morning for college.)

(Or even whenever someone tries to wake you up. It has served me well, and everyone deserves to benefit from this wisdom XD)

"Yes it would." Ness gave a yawn and stretched her hands over her head, popping her joints. "Mrs. Taylor hasn't seen me in three whole days! How will she ever survive?"
She pulled her jacket on, a green army jacket with patches and patterns all over it, and reluctantly followed Bella as she left the room. Her backpack seemed to weigh a ton, and she wondered what on earth had struck her, to make her want to go to this school and learn. Ew.

Oskar let out some undignified yawp as he was launched from the comfort of his bed and onto the floor, still entangled in his mess of blankets. "That was— not necessary." He scrambled clumsily to his feet, unwrapping his ankles from the sheets before picking the blankets up and sloppily wadding them up. He chucked them onto his mattress and dragged himself over to one of the dresser drawers, where he rummaged around for his clothes. A slightly wrinkled pair of dark jeans, a band t-shirt, and a jacket would do him just fine.

(omigod omigod omigod YAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPP!)

When Kingsley was finished in the shower, she got changed and fixed her hair. She was definitely a morning person, and having showers in the morning work her up. She grabbed her crutch and hopped back to her bed, pulling on her prosthetic after she sat down.

"I don't know, I think Mrs. Taylor misses you." Bella said sarcastically, straightening her hat again. "She's turned her petty scolding to others, even."

"You mean Bella the Best actually got yelled at?" Ness gave a mock gasp of surprise. "Oh no! Someone call the authorities and have whoever did it arrested!"

The speakers crackled, then a voice came through. "All students report to the cafeteria for breakfast. Repeat: all students report to the cafeteria for breakfast." It crackled again, then it stopped.
Kingsley sighed. "Time for breakfast, I guess."

(Yawp indeed. Doesn't everyone let out an undignified yawp when they're launched from the comfort of their bed? I know I sure do.)

It took very little time for Oskar to get ready. He brushed his teeth thoroughly, but he most certainly didn't bother acknowledging his hair, despite the mild cow-lick he was suffering from. He wore a beanie, anyways, so maybe it wouldn't matter. He slipped into his clothes— accidentally putting the shirt on backwards once and having to turn it around the right way. Soon, he was ready, clad in his typical attire, clothed so that the chances of him making skin-to-skin contact with anyone else would be near impossible, unless someone decided to touch his face, though there was no good reason to do that.
"It's too early for eating," Oskar commented blankly, feeling as anti-breakfast as ever.

(i literally love dead poets and i will be upset if that is not what you're referencing)

Kingsley sighed and began to push Oskar out of the room. "Come on, Oskar."
People always judged her for rooming with a guy - and it was probably the other way round for him too. But she didn't care. They'd gotten relatively close since being roomed together in 1st year. And it wasn't like she was gonna have sex with him or anything - gross.
"Besides, breakfast isn't that bad. Most important meal of the day, isn't it?"

(Walt Whitman, yes? He's the only poet that I can recall using the word yawp, which has most certainly became a favorite word of mine as of late.)

Oskar didn't have anything questionable in mind when it came to rooming with her, either, for more reasons than one. Maybe it was because he was fairly innocent-minded for his age— and a virgin. Or perhaps it had to do with any sort of physical contact being potentially dangerous for the other individual. Even further, it could've simply been because he knew she had zero interest in him, and he had never really been interested by her as anything more than a lovable (and sometimes bossy) friend, anyways.
"No. My stomach sleeps in later than I do," he complained. "Breakfast gives me indigestion." He paused momentarily, squinting thoughtfully. "Except for muffins. Those are always great for breakfast. Particularly blueberry ones."

(no i was talking about the movie….dead poets society? its really, really good)

"Well I'm sure they have blueberry muffins." When they got to their cafeteria, the seating arrangements had already been given. You always sat with the other person in your dorm, as well as another dorm. For some reason at Legacy High, dorms simply meant singular rooms rather than a set of rooms. Kingsley looked at the board. "Hmm. We're at table 4 with Dorm 2."

(Oh— erm— well— I suppose I just blatantly revealed that I am way too big of a nerd. But, for the record, Walt Whitman is a poet, he is dead, and he uses the word yawp. But… that's not important. Ahem. I actually have never heard of that movie, unfortunately. What's it about?)

Oskar squinted at the board skeptically through the dingy lens of his glasses. "Alright. Cool, cool." He glanced around the cafeteria for table four, chewing his lip thoughtfully as his eyes scanned the room. "Is that table four over there?"

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_Poets_Society)

Ness grinned as soon as she heard the announcement. "Class is skipped!" She cheered, practically skipping over to the cafeteria and going in. She had the appetite of a full grown male blue whale, and if she wasn't sleeping, she was eating. She grabbed some breakfast and sat down at her assigned table, happily eating as much as she could before she had to stop.

She glanced up as two people, a guy and a girl, entered. They were looking in her direction. It must be Dorm 1, who she shared a table with. She had heard rumors of a guy and a girl sharing a dorm, being madly in love, but they didn't look like they were madly in love. Just friends.

She shrugged. It wasn't any of her business, anyway… although, when she was supposed to not be nosy, and to leave well enough alone, Ness of course did the opposite.

Kingsley grabbed her food and then slipped into the table, her feet not touching the floor. Typical. Why did Sawyer have to get the tall genes? She smiled at the girl who was already sitting there. "Hi, I'm Kingsley. You must be Abellona? Or Vanessa? Sorry, I'm not really good with matching names to faces."

"Vanessa. Ness. Whatever." Ness grinned at the girl before continuing to eat, "Nice to meet you." She made a face. "Just call me Ness, though, seriously. Nessie. Nessa. Vanessa just sounds like an old person's name." She bit into a muffin.
"So, what do you think this is about?" She asked.

"What what's about?" Kingsley broke off a piece of her muffin and plopped it into her mouth. "I'm confused. There's like…5 things you could be talking about. I can't read minds."

"Pity," Ness commented. "Reading minds could be so useful. Imagine knowing what everyone was thinking, all the time!" She grinned and shoveled the rest of the muffin into her mouth. "The announcement telling us to come here. Why do you think that happened?"

Kingsley looked confused. "Because it's breakfast? It's always like that. Every morning. That's just kinda how Legacy works. And no, I wouldn't want to read minds. I'm perfectly happy making them go deaf or overload their sound sensors. So much more helpful."

"They do?" Ness tilted her head. "You know, I've been here for years, and I've never noticed that." She shrugged. "Then again, I never wake up this early, anyways." She grinned.
"But mind reading would be so cool! You could make fun of people for what they think, and who they like." She sighed dreamily.

Kingsley stared at Ness. "Yeah, but what if you couldn't control it? What if all you hear is other people's thoughts? Ever heard of Physic? She went insane cause of it. And she's not the only one."

"Yeah, yeah." Ness waved her hand dismissively. "Consequences and shit. It would be really fun." She grinned. "That way, I would know if Mrs, Taylor really does have a secret stash of chocolate around her office, or if that was just a rumor."

(That actually looks quite interesting. Robin Williams was a good actor, too.)

"I wouldn't want to read minds, either," Oskar commented as he used his foot to pull out one of the empty chairs on the farther end of the table, as if he were intentionally keeping his distance. Which he was. He smirked a little, only to lighten his following words— even though he wasn't joking. "I wouldn't want to know all of the horrible things people think of me."