"Ugh," says Yvette, fastening her seatbelt and looking sulkily out the window, at the house she'd much rather be staying in. Why so early. Why this.
"Ooh, we're hitting the teenage angst phase! Are you going to go goth, dye your hair purple, wear lots of eyeliner, join me in the all black ensemble?" wonders her brother, beside her.
"Pass."
Damn, that didn't get the banter started. Morning banter helped her with the awful slog that was dragging oneself to high school. Noel will just have to try again, won't he.
"You sure? It's starting to get colder, it'll be really great in the winter. Stand out dramatically against the snow, absorb all colors on the light spectrum..."
"Because clearly I should dress for efficiency of light absorption," she says, but she's smiling anyway.
"Obviously! It's what I do!"
"I thought your excuse was that it was so no one could see the blood after the murders."
"That too. Black is a multipurpose color. It giveth much. Hail. Hail."
Something in his tone causes his sister to giggle, and Noel smiles. There. Now they're on track.
"Have a good day in Hell," says Yvette, after they're parked in the student parking lot.
"You too."
And so begins the day.