♬My Muse♪

Daily Routine

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Chapter 1:

I've been going to University a month now and I've finally gotten into a routine of some sorts.

I wake up to a loud screeching alarm clock, which my short arms never seem to be able reach to hit the snooze button leading me to face plant into the hard wooden floors. Once I manage to pull myself up from the floor, I usually drag m body to the bathroom where I proceed to take a shower. After doing so, I grab a pair of ripped jeans, a loose top and my runners to put on while struggling to fit all my books into my bag.

As I finish drying my hair I hear my name being called. "Zoe, hurry up otherwise you'll be late to university and won't get breakfast," the voice chuckles.

"Be right down," I yell back.

I moved to Baltimore, Maryland a month ago but I used to live in London. However, since I had been accepted to Cranwell Academy where I could study Art and Photography, moving seemed the best option for me. Now I live in a small studio apartment above my boss' cafe. The walls are made from brick with little lighting across the room. My bed is shaped square, pressed against the only window. For such a crappy condensed space it had an amazing view of the city.

Even though Cranwell Academy is the most expensive University in Baltimore, I was offered a scholarship and couldn't have possibly turned that amazing opportunity down. The school is split into two sections from Art/Photography to Music/Dance.

I have been working at the cafe under my apartment to pay for food and living expenses. I also work early in the morning at the school doing paper work for sponsors to donate to the school for a little bit more cash. The only problem is my sleep pattern and the thought of all my friends back at London. My family offer money for expenses but I refuse to take it off them. What I call independence and pure idiocy.

I run down the stairs bag over my shoulder. "Where's the milk?" I ask while pouring cereal into a bowl on the counter.

"On the counter," the soft voice of Emily responds.

"Thanks Emily," I nod my thanks towards the fourteen year old while placing coffee onto a tray which lay on top of the wooden counter.

Emily is the landlord's daughter. She has golden hair down to her hips which was tied into a ponytail at the moment. Emily was tall; she almost passes me out in height which wouldn't be a surprise to me since I'm 4ft 11.

I shove spoonfuls of cereal into my mouth before saying my farewells and leaving for University.

Since I arrive so early at school you only see a few cars which are the professors and I assume some students finishing projects. The grounds are so big I'm shocked I haven't gotten lost yet. I walk into the large building located at the east of the school. This was where the music students come to study. There are a few studio rooms with a giant mirror covering one wall and cream walls surrounding them. Upstairs is a room filled with music instruments such as a piano, guitars, drum sets and violins. There are also two recording studios for people singing and working on projects making their own songs.

I feel a bit out of place whenever I come to college, no let me rephrase that, I feel a lot out of place! I arrive at the main office located beside a studio room and am handed a bunch of papers to go through. Of course the college has a lot of donations and I have even more work to do before college starts...fun.

When the bell rings I have to run towards the other side of the building to get to my first class. I catch my breath after running through a bunch of students that had arrived shortly after I started work. I run into a familiar figure which I regret.