Third Times A Charm

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Skylar was pacing around her room. Her brunette and blue hair moving around, her ocean blue eyes full of anticipation. She was waiting for an email. She was currently wearing a black sweater and blue Jean shorts, with black socks that reached her ankles. Skylar had applied for a collage, not just any collage, her dream collage.

It all started on a Saturday night, she was laying in her bed, looking at the blue walls of her room. She had a average sized room, with beautiful baby blue walls and with light brown carpet. She had silky navy blue sheets on her twin bed in left the corner of her room. Her wooden door was on the right in the opposite corner. She had a white desk with drawers and pencils in the other right corner of her room. She had already applied for two collages, both of them had declined last minute. She only had about two weeks till they were supposed to start up. She would be screwed if she the next one she was applying to declined.

Her apartment was average sized. The door led to an entry way with her living room to the left, and her kitchen to the right. In here living room there's a grey couch, and a tv. The walls were a pearly white, while the carpet was a light brown. The kitchen on the right has light yellow walls, and white tiles. There are white counters, her gray fridge, and her stove.
Past the living room and kitchen, there is her bedroom on the far right. The hallway walls being a light pink, and the hardwood floor. On the far left was the guest bed room, and a guest bathroom in the middle.
Her bedroom was connected to another bathroom.

There was sunlight peaking through the window above her bed, while she was typing away on her laptop.

She didn't have many options left, so she sent an application to her dream collage. The collage said they'd get back to her next Friday.
Of course...
Back to the current problem, it was Friday. It was 4pm, and Skylar heard a ding from her laptop. She looked at her new email almost instantly, her ocean blue eyes gleaming with hope.
'Congratulations Skylar Carson, you made it into Naztec collage'
Holy fudge! She actually made it into Naztec.

'You will need to go to Naztec collage at 3pm on Sunday to get your dorm key.'

Sunday?!

But that's in two days?! Skylar started packing immediately, grabbing shirts, pants, shorts, socks, and whatever else she could fit in her bag.

Once she had finished running around her room to pack, it was already 6pm. Skylar was lazing on her couch, her white hoodie around her waist, exposing her black shirt, her legs leaning off the gray couch. She had decided to watch Supernatural, while eating ramen.

Skylar was halfway through the episode when her phone rang. Fuck this shit I'm out playing from her ringing phone. She answered her phone, already knowing who it was.
"Yello" "Sup"
It was her best friend, Felix Anderson.
"You text me saying 'I got into my dream collage' and you don't even call me?!" "Oops" "Are watching Supernatural without me?!" "...Maybe" "How could you? After all we've been through?!" "..." "I'm coming over there right now!"
Felix hung up.

Forty five minutes later, Skylar heard knocking. Skylar opened the door to see an excited, but annoyed Felix.
"I want all the details" "Come in first"
Skylar and Felix discussed everything that happened that week, starting with collage; while watching Supernatural and drinking hot chocolate.

Felix eventually had to leave when it was 8pm. After that Skylar fell asleep while watching YouTube.

Then god said let there be light.
There was a thunderstorm, Skylar woke up at four in the morning, groaning.
Skylar made her way to the fridge grabbing a slice of cake.
Then she made coffee, and played among us for the next hour.

...The power went out.

Skylar groaned; at least her phone was at 81%
Skylar went back to her room and changed. She stripped off her black sweater and put on a light blue t-shirt, then she removed her blue Jean shorts and replaced them with bronze shorts. Once she was done put them in a laundry bin.
She might as well restock on food, she grabbed an umbrella and walked for 15 minutes, then arrived at Target.

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