7am. A time that much of the student body doubted actually existed. If it did, it was a time that may only be spent one way - still in bed, asleep. Hanging on to the last remnants of the night's dreaming, ignoring the increasing light as the sun poked it's way into the dim rooms.

Hope's opinion of 7am differed from this majority, and it was because of this that she was not hiding from the start of the day underneath her warm covers, but striding into the cafeteria where sleepy cooks set out breakfast materials and a student or teacher or two sat at a long table with a newspaper before them, probably wishing they had stayed in bed.

Hope had already been up an hour, running along the cliffs over the ocean as the sun rose getting herself pumped for the day, then returning to the student quarters to shower before the cafeteria opened. Wearing her favourite knee high leather boots, she was several centimetres taller than usual, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders as she walked through the double doors and aimed straight for the place where there was usually a queue for food. None was apparent at this early hour, and Hope walked straight to the bowls for cereal, serving herself a large bowl of muesli, topped with yoghurt and plenty of milk.

Leaving the serving area, Hope chose a seat at the middle of one of the long tables, and like most of the other early wakers dragged a newspaper toward her, her multitude of bracelets jangling as she flipped it open and began to munch on her cereal.