Professor Hidgens (Original + Commentary)

Cup Of Roasted Coffee

A/N: Let me know how you guys like me using Starkid songs as the chapter titles. It won't just be TGWDLM songs, it'll be something that corresponds with the chapter in some way :)

P.S. I'm republishing this because I changed the dance instructor from Joey to Lauren. If you've already read this part there's no point in rereading it. That's literally the only thing that changed.

The alarm on my phone jolts me from a strange dream that is already drifting from my mind. My heart is beating quickly, and I glare at my phone while turning the alarm off.

"Alarms," I mutter to myself, "The greatest invention on the planet... because every morning should start off with a fucking heart attack."

I toss my phone onto my twin sized mattress, and rub my hands down my face. 

Making my way across the room, I step into the only bathroom in my on campus apartment, and fumble for the light switch. 

As I walk past the mirror, I catch a glimpse of myself, and groan. 

"I look like someone ran my face over with a truck," I moan, stretching my arms over my head, and letting out one of those involuntary screeches, you know the ones I'm talking about.

I turn away from the mirror, and turn my shower on, and up to the hottest setting, knowing I'll have time to cook and eat breakfast, and pick out my clothes before it's even warm enough to step into. When you're broke, you kinda have to get the shittiest apartment.

I walk back out of the bathroom, out of my bedroom, and into the living room with a joint kitchen and dining area. I stretch yet again, and then make my way into my small kitchen (kitchenette really) and set about making an omelette and a smoothie to take with me to dance, which I have first period.

By some miracle I manage to set my smoothie in the fridge, while also flipping my omelette with my left hand, which is a really dumb thing to try, but it worked out.

Once my omelette is cooked, I sit at my small, two person dining table, and eat slowly, trying to give my shower plenty of time to decide whether or not it's going to give me hypothermia.

I admire my handiwork, as the omelette doesn't taste half bad, considering I didn't have many seasonings to  work with.

When I'm finished with the omelette, i stand and set my plate in the sink, then make my way back to my room to grab some clothes out of my overstuffed closet.

*There was originally a pic of the outfit here(gross ik) but I can't find it and honestly can't be bothered either way so use your imagination*

I carry the black crop top and leggings to the bathroom, and lay them on the back of the toilet, in the little basket that I have there. 

Then, i reach my hand behind the shower curtain and test the water temperature. Just barely above warm, but better than nothing. 

I quickly strip of my oversized grey tee, and black panties, and step into the shower, letting the water cascade over me. That's one thing on the very small list of things I like about this apartment. The water pressure. If you slept in a funny position the night before, this shower is your best friend. 

For a moment I just stand there, and let the water run, but then decide that I've wasted enough water, wash myself quickly, and get out. 

I dry off quickly, reach around the door frame and snag a fresh pair of underwear from my dresser. I then dress myself, and brush my teeth, while trying to think of what to with rats nest that is my hair.