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-YARN

Jaune woke up with a yawn, stretching out of his bed with both arms raised and his alarm clock blaring in his ears. He pressed the button on the alarm and climbed out of his bed, squinting through the sunlight. He fumbled for his glasses before putting them on his face and looking around his room. He checked the time and made his way to the bathroom. He looked at his contacts and shook his head, and splashed his face with cold water to wake him up a bit.

"I don't really like using contacts, I don't even know why mom got me those anyway." He muttered as he stepped into the shower, "I guess she thinks I would look better without them."

After a quick wash and dressing back up in his usual attire of jeans, an orange shirt, and a black hoodie, he stepped outside his room and descended into the kitchen. He made sure he had everything he needed (wallet, glasses case, phone) as he left his room.

"Hey Mom." He greeted, flashing his mom a smile before he began to root through the fridge.

"How's my little prince?" Juniper Arc asked, pressing a quick peck to his cheek as he sat down with a bowl, cereal, milk, and a spoon.

Jaune smiled, "Not so little, but I am alright, little apprehensive about the new year."

"You're not gonna use your contacts?" She asked, giving him a 'what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you' look.

Jaune shrugged, "Glasses just feel more natural for me, I don't mind either way."

Jaune just finished capping the milk after pouring it to feel a heavy hand clap him on the back and make him jerk forward, "Hey son! How's the man of the house doing?"

"John Tobias Arc! What have I told you about knocking Jaune forward when he's about to eat?!" Juniper asked sternly, brandishing her spoon threateningly.

John paled, "Sorry honey."

Jaune bit back a snicker, "I'm doing fine so far Dad, you really didn't have to me boxing though, I have better things to do with my time."

John gave him a look, "Remember son -"

"Slip at least six inches and counter, and that's just the basics." Jaune recited.

John patted his son before sitting down at the seat next to Jaune, "That's my boy."

Jaune finished his food and glanced at his watch, "Oh, I need to hurry, otherwise I am gonna have to rush."

He gathered the milk and cereal and put them in their respective places before dropping his bowl and spoon in the sink.

He pressed a quick kiss to his mother's head and gently pressed his fist against his dad's shoulder, "Bye Mom, bye Dad! See you when I get home."

He grabbed his bag and was leaving when his mom called, "Don't forget about your waiter job!"

Jaune smiled, "Of course!"

The door swung shut behind him as Jaune ran out into the warm embrace of the sun. He jogged down the driveway and picked up his bike and began to pedal all the way to school, grinning all the way as the wind ran its fingers through his hair. He came us to bike rack and locked his bike into place.

"A new day, a new beginning, a fresh slate." He murmured as he shouldered his bag.

Blake groaned as the sun danced across her face, like a personal alarm clock. With a small groan she sat up in her bed and scrubbed a hand over her face. She got up and walked over to her bathroom and went through the tried and tested morning rituals before donning some blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and black jacket. She shouldered her bag and began to pad quietly down the stairs, and ran into her mom.

"Hey mom." Blake greeted quietly.

"Morning, beautiful woman." Her Daphne Belladonna greeted, her amber eyes glinting with warmth reserved for her daughter.

"Dad already gone?" Blake inquired.

A hand came down and ruffled her hair lightly, making her smile slightly.

"Not exactly yet, little cub." A dark haired man - Jack Belladonna - said, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

She buttered a slice of toast as she glanced at the time, only stopping to down a quick glass of milk and quickly eat her bread.

"I have to go now, love you two. I'll see when I get home." She said as she rushed to the doorway.

"We might be a bit late, you can hang out a while until we return." Her mother called.

"Alright." Blake conceded as she settled her bag more comfortably on her shoulder.

She quickly walked out and climbed onto the bus. She pulled out one of her favorite books out and opened it to the page she had dog-eared. She read in peace for a few minutes before one of her friends Yang Xiao Long walked in and sat down next to her. Her younger sister Ruby got on the bus as well trailing behind her.

"Heya Blake!" she cheerily greeted as she sat down next to her.

"Hey Yang." Blake replied a smile on her lips.

Blake and Yang had been good friends, meeting in the first year of highschool and maintaining their friendships for the next three years. Yang hung out with a lot of people but few she could ever call her friends. One was Pyrrha, - a kind natured red-head who was one of the best athletic gymnastic team members we had - Ren, - a quiet, insightful boy who started a karate club single-handedly - Nora, - one of the most exuberant, brash, loud, and excitable people Blake has ever met - Weiss, - one of the richest girls attending their highschool, yes in spite of her chilly demeanor she was an irreplaceable member of the group. Ruby was two years younger but still hung without with them sometimes, but mostly preferred the company of her friends, Jaune and Velvet.

"Hiya Blake!" Ruby said.

"Hi Ruby, you excited?" Blake asked, smiling at the younger girl fondly.

"Yep, I can't wait to completely crash the new school year!" She said pumping her fists, "I am going to blow all my classes out of the water!"

Yang laughed, "Course you will, you're my little sister after all!"

Blake began to read again as the two sisters bantered back and forth.

She wondered what the year held in store for her.