Chapter Title: Extra 5: Return To Kingston High-01

Marley Hoover's normal is a quiet morning. She spent most of her younger years sharing a house with a man whose days began after the sun set. Poker games. His job at the factory. The bars he frequented. Alcoholism. Bob Hoover had never been much of a sleeper, especially after his wife and son left, so it was strictly involuntary — usually a drunken slumber, hung over the couch in the early hours of the morning. Marley was his daughter, his maid, his cook, his keeper, and also a professional at avoiding the wrath of a man who — when woken without the sound of a cold beer cracked open — could yell his throat dry and sore in the midst of a hangover. By habit, she doesn't converse much in the morning. Her movements are slow, deliberate, and all with purpose to maintain the serenity. Marley doesn't like to wake early, something she assumes she inherited from her father, but mornings had always been the most peaceful time of day. She could get ready in silence, tidy in silence, do laundry in