The sun filtered in there the open blinds of the apartment window. Highlighting the dust floating around the room as it made it's way to Cleo's sleeping back.

Oh how she loved the Sunbeam, she knew it was cliche with her being a living cat girl but she believed it was a simple things that made life worth it.

Back when she lived in Florida she had spent days in a hammock basking in the light of the sun. Much to her family's dismay because many if those days had been school days that were unceremoniously skipped and likewise unexcused.

It's was part of the reason why her parental units had sent her away.

While Cleo knew she wasn't truly sent away. She was with her brother and he knew she could go back anytime she wanted. But while she was not a fan of her new living situation. She had to admit she was excited at the prospect of a fresh start.

Well she couldn't admit it at the moment, for one reason and one reason only. She had become one with the blanket. She was trapped deep in the depts of her own mind and likewise the pillow. The only skin that was visible from the sea if blankets was the tip of her nose to the end of her chin the top of her head covered with there mane of curly hair. And the rest of her eaten by the comforter.

The birds chirping outside her window were different then the ones back home but still joyful enough to pull a sleepy smile into her face as a buzzing sounded from her night stand. So carelessly Cleo's arm flopped out of her best and slapped down on the the black mirror, silencing the alarm. She was just not ready to start the day.

What felt like seconds pasted by as the sun rose higher in the sky and another noise began to disturb her slumber. "Cleo wake up," the great hairy beast snarled at her threw the canopy of red fur that blocked her vision.

"Back ye beast, tho won't best me this day," Cleo mumbled against her pillow right as her Cloak of invisibility was ripped from her. Leaving her vulnerable to the elements.

Well at least most of them.

"Noooooooo," She hissed curling into herself.

"Come on Cleo, mom and dad will be pissed if they find out your skipping again."

"Your just lucky I was wearing clothes this time," she said barley starting to pry her head off her pillow her eyes opening ever so slightly letting her eyes slowly adjust to the light of day.

She was like she said in her PJs which was a uncommon occurrence. Having a preference to sleep in the nude. Which had lead to her complete and utter lack of tan lines as well as her slight criminal record from her ability to nap wherever she goes. As well as her lack of ability to give a fuck.

"Why are you like this?" Her brother asked as he tossed a pillow at her pillow wrinkle covered face. And acting on her cat like instinct, Cleo's hand shot up catching it before it reached it's intended target.

She tossed it aside gracefully as she had finally sat up and had begun the process of waking up; rubbing her eyes with one hand while stretch with the other. Middle finger raised to her sibling that was still standing in the door frame.

Kyle smirked at her as she rolled onto the floor, toes flexing as they hit the hardwood. "What, no flaming finger today?" He asked without needing the answer.

Yesterday when the two had started to move into the apartment she had set her middle finger ablaze like she normally does when giving her brother the bird. But it had ended badly when the it had set off the smoke alarm. Leaving Cleo with a headache that had hours.

"Fuck you," she said standing and doing one final stretch before running her hand through her hair and pulling it away from her face. Her green eyes still half shut as she scratched the sweet spot right between her pointed ears.

For the lack of a better phrase Cleo would definitely not describe herself as a morning person. If anyone ever told her that the early bird gets the worm, she always retorted with the often forgotten ending to the phrase. The second mouse gets the cheese. Despite how much she hated with cat jokes that always followed.

Why did morning people have to decide the wake up schedule she thought to herself as she stepped over the discarded clothing on the floor. Half hazerly stepping over a belt she had tossed the night before and made her way to the small apartment kitchen. And pouring the entire contents of the coffee pot into a travel mug. Letting the bean scented steam waft up her nose and letting her wake up in the best possible way. Snorting caffeine in the most socially acceptable way.

"To much caffeine will make you sick," Kyle said in the most adulty lecture voice he could manages with his mouth full of hard boiled egg.

"You and I both know that you would boof redbull if you had the opportunity. You hypocrite, " Cleo said between the steps of preparing a bowl of cereal and huffing more coffee steam.

"Hey cleo," he said between bites, " you're a figgit."

She returned the insult with the gift of another bird. And went to eating her breakfast in silence

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She had never been the new girl before. Having stayed in one town most of her life and dealing with the, what she would classify as, ridiculous about of attention from her former classmates. Cleo knew that all she needed to do to have a successful career was to stay out of the spotlight. Having had it on her for as long as she could remember, she knew that was the last thing she needed.

Being the only Leo at her school and the only zodiac in her grade had made her a target. The Twitter tag that her classmates had started alone would make another person contemplate suicide. But here that won't be a problem.

She promised herself she would get throttle year without a incident. She wouldn't even let people know she was a zodiac, not the many people would get close enough to fight out.

She knew she was unlikable, she had to be back home. The armor of bitchiness is what kept her sane. It had yet to fail her before so it won't fail her now. She thought to herself as she walked down the crowded hall of her new school. Baseball cap firmly planted on her head and her tail wrapped around her waist like a hidden belt.

Not even her birthmark was visible. Haven been born lucky in that one aspect. The mark of the zodiac that was present on all 12 signs born a year was in a place she could easily conceal it. Given that the scar on top of it never lasted long.

My schedule sheet crinkled in my had as I found my first class, and made my way to the back of the room.

This time will be different, I think to myself as the room starts to fill up.

If only I truly believe that lie.