Aurora Hastings
10:30
"TURN IT OFF." Alesia screams as my alarm hits it's third ring. I groan into my pillow, my hand blindly finding my alarm clock on my bedside table. My eyes squint open, leaving behind the warmth in my bed. The cold October air smacks against my bare legs, looks like Alesia forgot to lock the window once again.
I run over to the bathroom, immediately turning on the hot water. My pajama shorts and t- shirt meet the tile floor as I turn to the steaming shower. My body loosens as the hot water hits my freezing skin. Sometimes the mornings are so peaceful.
"Shit." I manage to say in the same moment shampoo enters my eyes. I step out of the shower, internally grateful that me and Alesia have our own, and reach for my towel. I rub the shampoo out of my eyes, wrap the towel around my body and turn off the shower.
My fingers rub at the fog covering my mirror, trying to fix my current warped image. I untangle my hair and leave my face as it is. Who am I trying to impress anyways?
The weather is colder than usual, so my favorite black sweatpants and my ex boyfriend's sweatshirt will keep me as warm as can be. I lace up the only pair of shoes I own (black converse of course) and travel back to my dorm room.
"Cmon, Alesia you're gonna be late." I nudge her shoulder. My heavy backpack slung over my shoulder and a fresh cup of coffee in hand.
"I don't want to go." She grumbles.
"Me neither, I hate Tuesday's but we can't be late again." I try to compromise.
"Give me 30." Alesia says into her pillow, wrapping her blanket over her curly brown hair.
"Ok well I'm leaving now, I don't wanna be late again." I grab my keys and walk out the door.
I check my watch, reading 11:30 am. I smile to myself knowing I will actually make it to class on time today. Tuesdays have always been my least favorite day of the week. The day itself has no importance to the week and just reminds me of a roadblock in the middle of the week.
Psych is the only class I take on Tuesday's and it's also my hardest. Studying human emotions and reactions is rather interesting to me but the class itself is exhausting. Don't even get me started about our professor.
I make my way across the small campus, only being about 500 students total. Going to school on the outskirts of California is rather boring but does allow me to focus on my work. I turn the doorknob to the classroom seeing Professor Green already sitting at his desk. I walk past him to my seat feeling his eyes graze up and down my body. Don't get me wrong, he's your typical young and hot college professor but the last thing I'm looking for is a relationship right now- especially with a teacher.
I sit down at my desk, the same ones I had in high school and open up my notebook. The clock reads 11:59, one minute till class starts. In the same second Alesia comes barging in with her hair wet and her laptop in hand. "Next time Rory will you please just drag me out by my hair" She mumbles to me while she takes her seat next to my own.
I laugh at her request, knowing it would take a lot more than a hair pull to get her out of bed. I'm no morning person myself but I do at least try to make class on time even though Professor Green would never call me out for it.
"Okay class, today we will be further more focusing on our essays" Professor Green opens with. The whole class internally groans and I can feel the nerves spreading across my body. Our class was handed this assignment last week and it's our only long term project that's due at the end of the year. The objective is to focus on one person and analyze everything about them. I cant even begin to think of who I could write about but I need a strong topic in order to pass.
I grab a pen and stare blankly at my notebook wondering who is interesting enough to focus an essay on.
