The tranquil song of the birds.

  The scent of a new dawn.

  The cascading of the light of the sun's rays as it falls upon the earth.

  Ah...

  ... mornings.

  Don't we all love them...

  The beauty, the grace, the golden experience that it is...

  ... as the sun arises from the East...

  ... peaking its head out as a golden orange hue takes over the darkness that once covered the earth's surface.

  The dew falling from the trees...

  Nature itself waking up...

  Ah...

  Mornings.

  Don't we all love them?

  And aren't they as beautiful as one could possibly imagine?

  The glory...

  The splendor...

  The greatness...

  Ah...

  Mornings...

  Needless to say, however...

  Monday mornings, are not your average everyday garden-variety mornings.

  In fact, most people resent this morning more than any morning of them all.

  For, while all the children of the earth rose in song and dance, well...

  ... yeah, every one with a job or school or something of the sort...

  ... as though in symphony...

  ... woke up with a groan...

  Yep!

  The tragedy of Mondays...

  Be it 6 am, 7 am, or 8 am.

  Yep.

  You're gonna have to get up someday.

  Or rather, some time this day.

  And of it, you're gonna have to do something you really don't wanna do.

  That, ladies and gentlemen, is the terror of the day, Monday.

  One may say, of course, that this has absolutely nothing to do with Monday in and of itself.

  In fact, the real issue is just that it so happens to be at the start of the week.

  In short, it's all the fault of whoever planned things out like this.

  Still, it changes little, because no matter what, one day had to be the day that started it all...

  ... and Monday was that guy.

  Who knows?

  But still, it goes without saying...

  ... that there are people who do not dislike Mondays...

  ... for a reason, ...

  ... well, for many and many reasons...

  ... they just don't.

  And that's that and that's them.

  A surprising bunch.

  Some believe them to be a myth.

  But nope.

  They exist.

  They walk all among us.

  And they...

  ... well, there's a lot of reasons behind it potentially...

  ... the reasons as to why they avoid this symphony of groaning and horror...

  ... this song of pain and anguish...

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  ... a lot of reasons...

  ... really...

  Even so, moving along...

  Tiffany Chang's residence.

  Occupants: 1

  Identity: 1 teenage girl.

  Name: Tiffany Chang.

  Time: 8 am.

  Also, one hour before classes got started.

  The girl by the name of Tiffany Chang arose to an alarm, one that sounded only for a moment before it was promptly shut off.

  It was a simple clock, the kind one could buy just about anywhere.

  As for her, she awoke, lifting her body off her bed, and sighing all the while taking a moment to stretch.

  This was her early morning routine for each day.

  Her breakfast was all ready to be prepared.

  Eggs, bread, a side of bacon and some Asian tea.

  As for the rest of her morning, what would be required would be a shower...

  ... obviously...

  Unlike most teenage girls, Tiffany Chang lived alone.

  Solely and solely alone...

  ... in a one bedroom apartment not too far from school.

  It wasn't tiny and decrepit...

  ... but there really wasn't much to it either.

  In short, it was normal...

  ... fully and utterly, normal...

  She walked straight into the showers without skipping a beat.

  8:01 am.

  Not a moment to waste.

  And in a couple of seconds the sound of water could be heard from the door to her room.

  It was cold water.

  That was just the way she showered.

  Not a word.

  Not a sound.

  Not even a remark.

  8:06 am.

  With that... she was fully done with her shower.

  Fully and utterly.

  She came out of the showers, fully covered in towels, before walking over to her clothes.

  A black shirt and a white miniskirt.

  In a sense, this had become her trademark outfit, even though she could change it up from time to time.

  But still, she would choose it once more this day.

  8:10 am.

  And that was it.

  She was fully dressed and set and ready to leave.

  Her eyes gave her face a look in her own mirror one moment more before she decided to get her breakfast done.

  This process was a quick one.

  Clad in an apron, she walked over to the side of her room that functioned as a kitchen, before laying her bacon and eggs upon a pan and heating it with some olive oil.

  In the meanwhile, she also set the water in her kettle to a boil.

  This process would take a while.

  8:12 am.

  And so, she would busy herself with other things.

  For one...

  ... her phone.

  The girl by the name of Tiffany Chang was a team leader, and of being a team leader, well...

  ... it would suffice to say that even though she had her phone with her all the time in case of any sort of emergency with her teammates...

  ... she would still bother herself to check every once in a while...

  ... just in case, she would say...

  ... just in case she missed something...

  And of that, all was clear.

  Not a text about from any of the four of them.

  A slight ease flew through her.

  It wasn't like there was to much to worry about, after all...

  ... she wasn't worried about a night time assault...

  ... well, at least not too worried...

  ... but even so, a dangerous life it was, that those kids lived.

  Even more, as she looked upon her chats, her eyes fell upon...

  ... him...

  Yep.

  She knew it.

  In fact, she knew from the moment she woke up...

  ... this would be unavoidable...

  Maximillian Hunter...

  It was a strange thing, to be sure.

  Max's phone number was the newest one on her phone.

  His profile picture was there...

  ... almost as though beckoning to her.

  ... howling at her...

  Change.

  It's an interesting thing...

  ... how one little change sticks out so much...

  ... and in this case...

  ... well...

  Her eyes stayed on her phone as her thoughts about what had happened rushed through her.

  Even more, about what was going to happen.

  There was no avoiding it.

  She was going to school today...

  ... and also, so was he...

  In fact, in less than a mere hour, she would probably see him.

  Mrs. Samantha Newman's class.

  There was no avoiding this.

  He'd be there.

  Maximillian Hunter...

  So... what would he say...?

  What would she say...?

  Her eyes stayed on his profile picture as she thought these things through.

  Just what could be going on in his mind...

  ... considering all that had happened?

  That was the question in her mind...

  ... to say nothing of how the team would react...

  Simply...

  ... she was the leader...

  ... and as the leader...

  ... she had to show concern...

  8:15 am.

  Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of the kettle turning itself off.

  Or rather, it was just as she turned her phone off that the kettle audibly turned itself off.

  That was that.

  With this, she turned her attention to her breakfast and after a quick flip of her bacon and eggs, began to prepare herself a cup of tea.

  A moderate portion would suffice.

  Not too much, not too little.

  All the while, her mind waited...

  ... full knowing it wouldn't be long before her food was ready.

  It was only a moment... and her cup was done.

  Filled to the near brim...

  ... and thereafter, carried to her one table and chair where she would sit and eat her food...

  ... where she would sit and eat all her meals...

  It was then that she went off to get her eggs and bacon.

  One spatula, one fork...

  ... that was all she really needed to get her food out of a frying pan.

  And moments later...

  8:17 am.

  Fried eggs, bacon and bread.

  All with a side of tea.

  Not your usual teenage girl breakfast, one may say, and yet...

  ... perhaps all too familiar to her.

  Well, a lot of people do eat breakfasts just like this...

  ... to be fair.

  Even so, she did sit down and start.

  8:18 am.

  Now she could eat.

  And thereof, she did start.

  Knife and fork at hand, the teenage girl ate in silence.

  Not a word.

  Not a sound...

  ... other than the cutting of a fried egg in half...

  ... and other breakfast related sounds...

  As she ate, she pondered upon things.

  First off, school...

  ... she'd need to get there in time, and of it, she had plenty.

  This was a duty of hers.

  Get to school in time.

  And of that, one may say, she was pretty much never late.

  Her schedule had it all figured out.

  School gates open at around 8:30 am.

  Well, to be more precise, they're open quite a bit earlier than that...

  ... but still...

  ... they were open.

  And that was when the greater majority of the student body got to class.

  That 8:30 am to 9:00 am window.

  It wasn't a very big one, but still...

  ... it was more than big enough.

  Anyone later than that...

  ... well...

  ... she didn't want to have to deal with the Principal...

  ... although honestly, no one wanted to.

  But of that, she had no worries.

  After all, she wasn't too far from school.

  In fact, it would only take her about 20 minutes to get there.

  That was a non-issue.

  After all, she had...

  ... as she glanced at her alarm clock...

  ... about 40 minutes left.

  Ample time.

  And of the second thing to concern herself with...

  ... her classes.

  The day was Monday...

  That meant...

  ... Maths in the morning...

  ... Chemistry right after...

  ... Biology before lunch...

  ... and then straight after that....

  ... physical education.

  Yep.

  She was well ready for all that.

  All of it.

  Even still, her mind could not help...

  ... but consider the other and third big issue in her mind.

  Maximillian Hunter.

  Him, and all he things concerning him.