-1Siena woke up with a loud crash as she fell off her bed, falling, gracefully to the floor. She shook her head, it was hard to believe it was two weeks after her Graduation. She groaned as the alarm clock droned on with its incessant noise.

"It's too early!" She muttered, half asleep. She slipped a hand out of her nice, warm, fuzzy, covers, that were tangled about her, to reach up and slam the button. With that done she lay there for a long time thinking about home. Living in New York was a lot harder than any teen would have realized.

Finally, with much effort she dragged herself out of bed. She passed her mirror on the way to her closet, and did a double-take. Her long, curly hair was sticking up and she still wore her dress from the party last night.

She grinned, this was her favorite article. She had bought it on 34th Street, at a beautiful shop. Siena stretched and went over and pulled on her closet's door.

Riffling among her clothes for her uniform. She tossed them here and there until her hands touched the pieces she needed. Quickly, she changed into her uniform before walking back to the other side of the room.

"Such work", she spoke of her 'make up job' she had started to focus on after applying gel to her hair. Opening her box she revealed all sorts of lip glosses and eye shadows. Carefuly she touched her skin, brushing the colors on to her skin.

With that whole production done, Siena then went to her large, oval, mirror. Her hand fell to her right as she pulled on her friendship ring. Then her fingers found their way towards her neck. Grasping the clasp and putting the necklace around her neck. Amused by how different some make up would do, she was caught up in the moment.

Unfortunately, Siena was shaken by the shouting down the stairs. A long with door slamming. Inwardly cringing. She kept her eyes shut as she slid down the wall till she was in a sitting position . Her arms wrapped around her legs as her body shook with fear. Sensing the emanating feelings that were filling her brain, only feet away from her. She knew she had to go down to "Planet Hollywood" to work but that could wait. First she needed to get her bearings and forget her past.

"It's like I never left home."

Peter studied his work book in a coffee house in Rhode Island. He sipped his tea every once in awhile. His eyes glued to the book in front of him. Sighing he decided upon giving himself a break. After all he'd studied all day. He reached down in his pack to produce a sketch pad. Placing it on the table he leafed through the different past creativities to find a blank piece. Flipping the pencil from his ear to his right hand. He let out a breath and then concentrated upon letting his pencil flow. Loving the feel of the pencil upon the old pad.

An hour later he sat back with a smirk of satisfaction clearly written on his face. He eyed the clock and decided it was time to get back to real work. Grudgingly he brought forth his Pysch book and opened it to page 200.

Time went by as he ignored the chattering and loud noise from the other students who were also regulars. His path was in psychology and he would pay attention to every detail if it killed him. Which if he continued to be such a serious person his friends had bet it would.

He was so into Freud that he never even realized that someone had snuck up behind him. A shadow fell over his book and he glanced up, cautiously. As he was well aware the visitor hadn't made themselves known.

"wha-?" He started to say but the being placed her finger to his lips, hushing him. To say the least he was surprised.

Peter nervously examined his glasses before replacing them back on his face. His dark eyes, narrowed in frustration.