Rebecca Parker woke up with sunlight jabbing her in her eyes. With a groan and a loud thump, she lifted herself off the floor and dragged her feet to her bedroom door, having already punched the alarm clock's OFF button out of irritation. Shuffling her feet, Becky made her way to the bathroom, checking her black stained fingernails for signs that the paint was chipping. Finding no gaps, she opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, shutting and locking it behind her. "Another day…yet this one is different from the others." She muttered, picking up the black hairbrush off the sink counter and running it through her newly died hair, tugging the unruly tangles from the usually soft curls. After minutes of useless pleading with her hair and several screams of frustrations, Becky pulled her hair into a ponytail of curls. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Becky opened the door and shuffled back to her room. Walking into the closet, she pulled out a long sleeved black t-shirt, and pair of baggy black pants with chains hanging off of them, black socks, and a pair of black tennis shoes. After getting dressed, Becky skipped down the steep staircase and headed to the green couch in the living room. Pulling her rollerblades out from behind the couch, Becky slid them on. "Mom, I'm leaving for school." She said, talking to the red haired model of a mother. "Make good choices honey." Laura Luesindez said from the kitchen, sipping some coffee while reading a magazine. Becky noticed the picture on the cover and gagged. There was her mother… with a pair of black bars covering the more feminine parts of a woman. "Whatever." She muttered, slamming the front door closed behind her. Taking off down the sidewalk, Becky's thoughts wandered to her life. She missed her father, no doubt about that. After all, he kept her and her mother from fighting all the time. His death was a tragic one, yet the doctor told her that he had not suffered. As long as Becky knew this, she felt as though her father were still there, watching over her. After all, even after his passing, Becky and her mother hadn't had a single fight… well… except for the fight over Becky's new hair color. Actually, Becky was a red head like her mother. She always wore bright colors… until her father. Life changing situations can do that to a person, especially a kind, sweet, and shy girl like Becky. Skating into the Eden Hall Academy grounds, Becky ignored all the stares. She didn't care what they thought about her. After all, it was her father's dying wish that she attend Eden Hall and graduate with high grades… so… that was exactly what Rebecca Ann Parker was going to do. Stopping at a bench, Becky replaced her rollerblades with her tennis shoes. Dodging the crowd and weaving in and out of the different cliques, Becky made it to the entrance. To her dismay, the halls were even more crowded than the courtyard. "Damn." She muttered, shoving her way through the crowd. After a minute of staying in the exact same place, some one pushed her. Becky was about to tell him some words from her colorful vocabulary when she bumped into someone and was sent crashing to the floor. "Ow! Dammit! Where are you you fu-" She began, but was cut off. "Sorry! Are you okay?" A voice asked her. She looked up and almost started to cry. This boy looked so much like her brother who had been disowned by their mother. Last time she heard from him he was in Japan which is… in case you didn't know… very far from Minnesota and most likely even further from Phoenix Arizona, place of her birth. Looking down, Becky pushed her self up and shoved her way back into the crowd, completely ignoring the boy who had asked her a question.

Charlie had just begun his daily ranting about school to his fellow Ducks when he was pushed forward. Hearing a thud, he turned around. He almost didn't notice the tiny, black-clad figure lying on the hall floor. "Ow! Dammit! Where are you you fu-" The figure started to say. He recognized the pitch of the voice as a girl's and decided to stop her before she finished her colorful sentence. "Sorry! Are you okay?" He asked. The girl looked up and he could have sworn her eyes glazed over with tears. After a few moments of her staring at him, she pushed herself up and shoved her way into the crowd, never meeting his gaze. "Interesting chick." Portman said, leaning against the lockers. "Yeah. Interesting." Charlie muttered, sounding very distant as though in thought… which is where he was. What he was thinking about, the Ducks could only wonder.