everyday is exactly the same

[Tristan Henry Jones]

LOVE, GIVE ME LOVE, GIVE ME LOVE
_{I DON'T NEED IT, BUT I'LL TAKE WHAT I WANT FROM YOUR HEART
G I M M E M O R E G I M M E M O R E G I M M E M O R E}

It was like every other morning. Nothing was ever different, all the same things happened day after day. Same old alarm noise going off at 7 AM, same old shower, same flowery smelling shampoo and conditioner. The only thing that ever changed was the clothes that day and the length of his hair. This made it easy for people to figure out where Tristan was during the day. From 7:00 to about 7:45 he was at his place. From 7:45 to 8:00 he was getting coffee and chatting in the staff lounge. By the time it was about 8:30 he was at his classroom or in his office.

It was 8:15 by the time Tristan got his 3 cup of coffee. Not straight black, always just a little bit of hazelnut cream mixed in and one sugar. He loved his mug that some of his pass students picked up for him. A all black mug with the words 'worlds best teacher ... soft of' written in bold white letters. He filled his cup one last time before heading out for his class. He needed to get his lesson plan up on the board still.

The heel of his loafers made a soft, but audible click as he walked down the halls. His necktie moved with every sway he made. Tristan's attire today was made up of nice dress slacks in a beige tone, those dark colored loafers, a cream, tan, and beige flannel patterned shirt, and finally that tie. It was a black skinny tie that complimented his nerdy yet sophisticated self.

Tristan made his way over to his class, turned on the lights, and went straight for his CD player. He usually liked to play some classic rock or indie alternative before the day start. Today's playlist; a little bright eyes, some death cab, and a dash of the beatles. His taste for music today was more mellow and slightly depressing sounding. The sounds of the different bands filled the room, Tristan sang along with every word as he went to the board and began to write. I feel good, in a special way, I'm in love and it's a sunny day. Good Day Sunshine! Said in sing-song.

World History: page 172, Shang Dynasty.
U.S. History: page 394, Cold War

Gah, he hated teaching the Cold War. It was so dark and gloom and doom. The kids here already had plenty of that in their lives. Did they really need anymore? However, someone needed to teach history. Without knowing our past, it's bound to repeat itself. He just continued to belt out tune after tune even when someone else entered the room.

_{SO THIS POST IS FOR THAT SPECIAL PERSON I CALL anyone at all AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done! LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S NA NA NA BY MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT notes here. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! of A THOUSAND FIREFLIES.}

[Ginger Ann McKee]

It had taken Ginger awhile to get used to things at "Reflection Ranch." Somethings were the same, some things were very different. Like the fact that she still had to wake up early to get up to class (and Andie still complained about losing beauty sleep); but now she had to take her pills before she left the room. Ginger guessed that they were still trying out different meds on her to see which ones worked. The ones she took now did nothing. Janet and Andie still fought in her head all day. Maybe they would change them soon. Or maybe, if Ginger managed to stay on top for a long time, they would think they were working. Maybe not.

So, Ginger woke up in the morning in her dorm, at precisely 6:30 a.m. Classes didn't start until seven, and she didn't like doing her make-up, so she had no idea why she even woke up so early. Maybe Janet and Andie had things to do when they had control. She never remembered what they did anyways. Ginger pulled on her uniform and walked to the bathroom mirror. She stared at herself for a moment, taking in her red hair and green eyes, then looked away. Looking at herself still freaked Ginger out. Ever since Janet came to her, it was like she could see her through her own eyes.

Ginger left the bathroom and walked back to her bed. 6:50 a.m. She popped her daily pills, these ones small and blue, and downed a few swallows of water. Then she grabbed what books she needed and headed off to class, ignoring her room mates' alarm clocks. Her feet followed a path now etched into their minds, to a classroom with a blackboard. Ginger looked around.

That's right she thought, I have social studies first...

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The teacher was writing something on the board that didn't make sense to Ginger. They looked like lyrics from some sort of song in the way they were written. But Ginger had no idea which ones or what they had anything to do with, so she sat down at a desk. The classroom was empty, as she was early, and there was only the sounds of the chalk on the board and Ginger pulling out her books. Then they got into it.

Oohh, he's cute, Ginger![/color] Andie thought, breaking the silence.
Is that all you care about Andie? Janet practically growled at Andie. Boys and clothes and make-up?![/color]
Well, it's not like you're Sally Perfect! All you care about is violence!
Better than having those stupid daydreams you fill our mind with,[/color]

The two continued to argue as Ginger set her marker in front of a piece of paper on the table. It was black. They wouldn't let them use pencils. Probably afraid they would hurt themselves. Secretly, Ginger was glad. Then, when Janet had control, she couldn't leave more scars all over the body. Then again, she had her finger nails... Ginger's head began to throb as all three of them were using her mind now. She popped two small, circular, brown pills. Ibueprofin. She was only allowed to take it when she couldn't concentrate.

Even though the headache began to leave, the two still argued and fought. Eventually, Ginger became irritated. She had to do something to quiet them or they would never stop. They had all day. She didn't.

"Shut up you two!" Ginger told them. They quieted.[/blockquote]