In the midst of heartbreak, new bonds are forged.
At the end of their first year at UA High, the students rely on their tight friendships and hard work to get through finals. New alliances and friendships are made between the outgoing hero classes a...
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If you lived in the Support dorms, you could expect a wake up call even if you're deaf. Whether it was getting ready for classes, asking for help on an invention, or accidentally knocking my door down with other inventions, I hadn't slept in since I moved in. That's why, on the first day of winter break, I didn't have it in me to sleep past ten AM.
I woke up to my dark dorm room, the only difference being the sunlight that peeked through my thick curtains. My feet fell against the carpet next to my bed, and I made sure to throw on some house shoes before walking on the cold hardwood.
I didn't notice any of my classmates running through the halls with fire extinguishers, so that was already a good sign. When I stepped down the stairs, I found myself meeting up with Double in the kitchen.
He was one of few morning people in our class. Most of us stayed up late into the night with our work, so it was a rare find to catch anyone in the common area before noon. The only other person to be ready to go in the early morning had joined Double in making breakfast.
Standing at a solid half a foot shorter than him was our self-appointed class administrator, Mocha. She secured her curly black hair under a lavender bonnet, wearing also a large t-shirt and black leggings. When she noticed me at the end of the stairs, she gave me a warm smile and nudged Double to grab his attention.
"Oh-, Hey, Rocket- Hey, Rocket," he greeted, motioning to an empty seat at the bar counter for me. He moved to the back cabinets and reached for an armful of baking ingredients to bring down for Mocha. While she read from her phone and listed off all she had, Double drummed up small talk with me.
"I've never-never made pancakes before. So let's- So let's hope she knows what-what she's doing." I didn't mind waiting. It had been years since I had homemade breakfast; I usually skipped the meal all together. Double seemed excited to try his hand at baking though, so I waited patiently for him and Mocha to learn from the recipe.
By the time they came to an agreement after debating over chocolate chip and blueberry batter, more of our friends joined us in the kitchen. Snake rubbed her fist over her eyes, clearly ten times more exhausted than the tall boy behind her.
Dani took a seat at the counter with me. He sported a matching set of pajamas from Foxgloves sleep-wear line, and I only knew that after the countless times he brought it up. While he thought hard about what he wore downstairs, I was certain that Snake had fallen asleep in the same t-shirt and jeans she wore the previous night, and she had just woken up. I didn't need to hear the sound of her welding in her room to know that she had pulled an all-nighter.
Dani sat at the other end of the counter, and Snake soon passed out with her head in her arms. The rattles on her head rustled, showing that she hissed to herself softly, and she was deep in her sleep. Nome of us dared to wake her up.
A few minutes passed, and Double and Mocha soon finished mixing two kinds of batter. After everyone answered with blueberries, chocolate chips, or both, they finally poured out the mixing onto a skillet.
