I woke up to my drunken roommate playing on her guitar as she strummed away last nights alcohol and slept it off.
I hugged my covers tightly around me and tried to go back to sleep but then my eyes bolted open realizing that the next day had come and I had classes That needed to be attended.
Groaning I threw the covers and stood up and staggered my way to the bathroom.
All that I needed was to take a hot body warming shower to wash away my hangover and wore a black tank top and skinny light blue ripped jeans.
Getting a scholarship wasn't at all that easy but I did it and NYU couldn't be better, majoring in arts was what I wanted and someday I might just be a famous artist who's art work is distributed all around the world.
"Dane get the fuck up we got class in about fifteen minutes"
i walked up to where she was sleeping and kicked her lightly, when she didn't respond I spilled cold water on her face.
"Ahh Emilia Vencove why the hell would you do that!!? Can't a woman have her beauty sleep" she sighed
"ya sure after CLASS"
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Broken Guns
RomanceGun to my head and my life was going to be over. I knelt down on both knees as this master mind pointed a pistol to my forehead and wanted me dead as ever.
