Forbidden Petals

Chapter 1: Breakfast Mishap

I wouldn't call it the hardest part of being a second year college student, but I would call it the most annoying.

That infernal ticking of that damned clock.

Old. Small. Antique. Aggrivating.

It was given as a keepsake by my room-mate's great grandmother. It was not only bad about keeping me up at night with its clicking gears, but it also had this tendency to scare every fiber in my being out of me as well as probably scaring half the people who lived in this dorn suite out of their skins anyways.

It was quite an effective alarm clock, but like I said before it was annoying. All I wanted to do was chunk it as hard as I could across the room and turn it into a bunch of little unidentifiable pieces. Sadly though, it wasn't so, and like the many tortuous mornings before, I gritted my teeth, and jumped at the sound of the ringing bell piercing my ears, waking me from my so called "slumber."

"Up and At'em Nicole!"

My dark blue eyes slowly rolled open cutting a piercing glare at my room-mate, Camern. A tall skinny, overzealous girl, with blonde hair, who in my opinion had too much damned sugar in her tank.

"Its time to greet the day once more."

Not even moving, I looked upwards towards the window to see the sun hadn't even rose above to horizon yet. I simply shook my head as I stretched, slowly sitting up, staring at her with my best "You are Nuts." look.

"Oh don't give me that look Nicole, you know how long it takes for you to get ready, I'm only helping out." Camern bounced from her bed towards the back of the door where she had a fluffy pink house coat that she threw on over her purple night gown with pink dots that was about the same color as the house coat, "I'll get us some coffee ready alright? That should liven you up a bit."

"Yeah." I said in a monotone voice, "I'll be giddy as ever."

Turning I put my feet on the cold floor below me, and slowly moped towards the bathroom, that was connected to our room. Inside was a tiled floor with little blue, green, and white mosaic tiles with a walk in shower, clawfoot bathtub, and of course sink, mirror, small cabinet, and toilet. Shutting the large wooden door and locking it, I stripped off my morning attire, looking at myself in the mirror. A medium sized, 5 foot 4 inch girl, with dark blue eyes, medium cut brown hair and pale white skin. I wasn't well endowed with the right areas and curves, only just a mediocre average girl.

No boyfriend. Though that would be a nice thought. Very few friends. Which of course when I was around, I'm quite the goof ball. Attitude wise, I just let things happen. I'm open minded, and willing to try about anything, as long as it doesn't harm me to where it could kill me one day. Other than that, I was a cool, calm, collected laid back 21 year old woman who, in truth felt like I had the mind of a child at times.

Turning on the water in the walk in shower I let the steam build up for a bit before stepping in letting the water wash away my morning sleepiness. It wasn't long after I piled out of the shower and found myself getting dressed: Blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans with some slip on black shoes.

"The coffee is ready." Camern stuck her head into the bedroom door before slinking back into the small living room area of our suite with a small fridge for snacks and sodas, and the coffee pot of course. We weren't allowed to have any more than that, because of fire hazards and what not. The suite wasn't too big, just enough to fit a few friends who wanted to come over and hang out to play a board game or cards. Again, nothing too major, since the College wasn't a full blown and well known University persay.