𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙. [𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸]

Weekends 1.

    weekend
/wiːkˈɛnd,ˈwiːkɛnd/
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noun
Saturday and Sunday, especially regarded as a time for leisure.

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Like any other Saturday, she wakes up from a pounding headache. One that seems to resound itself through her head on repeat. Her already heavy eyes, struggle to open as the shinning light blinds her from the window.

The light beams through the cracks of her blinds and the wind seems to blow them gently, as they tap against the window frame. But for Millie, it quickly irritates her. Swift, she brings her arm up to slam shut the window, creating too much noise causing her roommate to jump up from her bed.

"Do you have to be loud? It's so early in the fucking morning." The girl groans as she flops to her side trying to ignore the light shining directly onto her eyes. Millie ignores her statement trying to fall back asleep but this silence is cut short when yet another slam is coming from the front door. "Fucking Christ!" Yet again she whines.
"Sadie be quieter, I'm trying to sleep." Millie let's out loud enough so the redhead can hear through the slightly cracked open door.
"Yeah, you two are always sleeping. Come on get up, it's eleven in the morning." You can hear the slams of bags being thrown onto the floor as she finally comes through the door opening it.
"Go away! It's the weekend isn't it...Perfect for sleeping all day, Sadie."
"I won't stop bugging you until you wake up! Come on! You can't afford to be cut off this summer, none of us can." Millie is now partly awake, she gets up from her messy sheets and quickly makes her bed neatly.

"What, this an army drill?" Grace spies from her bunk, watching Millie make her bed.
"No I'm just not a slob like you!" She chucks a shirt belonging to her from the floor, she frowns as she merely dodges it.
"Sadie are you seeing this? She is throwing stuff at me!" Finally, Grace climbs down from her ladder, throwing a complaint at Sadie.
"Just go get ready, I don't have time for your shit." Sadie finished applying some lip gloss as she walks out the room going somewhere else.
Grace rolls her eyes watching her leave, when she slams the door shut only then she flips her off. It's not long before she gets out a box of Marlboro and takes out a cancer stick.

"Seriously, Grace? This early in the morning?" Millie eyes her judgementally watching the cigarette lit up as Grace flips away her lighter. "If someone catches you-"

"No one will freaking catch me. I've be doing this for months now," She says, a cloud of smoke emerging from her mouth.

"Well be more careful! Some college freshmen tried to rat us out. Them and their big mouths..."

"So? I threatened them, they won't say anything no more." Grace shrugs it off holding the cigarette between her fingers.

"And maybe try warn me next time you throw a party on a school night? That's two nights in a row." Grace tugs a smirk on her face.

"You seemed to enjoy it,"

"Yeah and now I never want to drink again, thanks to you!"

"Nobody forced you to drink that alcohol except for you, Millie."
She blows a cloud full of smoke, towards her direction as she leans on the ladder from her bed.

"Just...air out the smoke when your finished. I don't want the dorm smelling like weed." She too, leaves the room with a towel slamming the door shut as she walks her way to the bathroom.

She quickly gets ready by running a warm bath while she brushes her pearly teeth. Even though Mille was nineteen, she still loved to play with bubbles in the bath. She poured an unnecessary amount of lavender bubble mixture in the bathtub, then put her towel to the side as she sunk into the warm tub.