Lacey Kennedy It was nearing the first warning bell to get to class when the blonde arrived at the local high school, having woken up a little later than usual and still stopping to get her usual morning coffee from the nearby Starbucks. Sauntering up to the double doors, Lacey tucked a small golden curl behind her ear as she stepped into the school building, her bag over her shoulder, coffee cup in one hand and car keys in the other that had yet to be stowed away in her purse. Her black skirt ended around mid-thigh, long stockings climbing her pale legs until they reached just above her knee, and then there was a comfortable yet oversized sweater to complete the outfit. Of course she had make up on as well, done to perfection, as expected of the cheerleading squad members. They were meant to be thin with pretty faces and a good fashion sense. Lacey was good at following these rules, half because she just naturally enjoyed being what most classified as the 'girly type', half because she liked being in with her friends. The teen hummed to herself, walking down the hall to her locker and coming to a halt before it. She juggled her coffee and keys in one hand as turned the combination lock and opened the locker door, then went about gathering the books and supplies she'd need for the day. Lacey waved to a couple friends as they passed by, offering them a smile, then bumped the metal door closed with her hip once she had everything.