Heart to Heart

two

Valeria
8:00am

I woke up to the annoying ass sound of my alarm clock. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Every second just praying to god that it will turn off on its own. And it doesn't.

I groan as I sit up and click the 'stop' button on my phone.

I stand up and walk over to my window. But before I know it, everything goes blurry. Fuck I hate this feeling. I have to hold on to my dresser and squeeze my eyes shut for it to go away. Ugh. Low iron issues. I stood up too fast.

After that annoying ass experience I waddle over to the window. When I look through the clear glass I see students walking all over the middle of campus, wtf. It's literally Sunday...why is everyone dressed in uniform and have school books.

Squinting my eyes, to see that my dad texted me. Shocker.

"Morning Sunshine!! Students do not have any classes on the weekends so most are just out studying or hanging out with friends. When you are on campus you do have to wear your uniform, whether it's the week or weekend. But if your just chilling in your room, feel free to put on whatever you want. You have today to hang out and make some new friends before classes tomorrow. Breakfast is served from 5:00am to 10:00am every day in the dining hall. And dinner is 5:00pm to 10:00pm at night. You can still get snacks in between though. If you have any questions just hit me up!! I'll be in my office working, come visit anytime you'd like. I love you! Oh also, there's a surprise waiting outside your door. "

Ain't no way this dude just said 'hit me up.'

I walk back around the bed to the door, and open it. Sitting on the floor, there is a big red box with a silver bow tied fancy around it. I bend down and bring it inside my dorm.

As I slowly take the top off I peak my head into the box. I don't know why I'm waiting for a snake to jump at me or something like that-

Sitting inside the box, there are some types of clothes with patterns on them- Oh shit...it's my fucking uniform. Yay...I roll my eyes to the back of my head.

There were 20 polo shirts, 10 in black, and 10 in white. And 10 sweaters with the same red, black, and white pattern on all. And 20 skirts with the same pattern.

I check the time to realize it's almost 9:00am. I sprint to the bathroom...definitely not almost fall doing that. And hop in the shower. Breakfast ends at 10:00am so I don't have time to take my long ass 45 minute shower like I usually do.

Somehow in the time span of 15 minutes, I washed my hair, washed my body, and shaved. I don't know how I managed...but I did it!

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20 minutes later

My hair is naturally curly, but my mom always told she liked it better straight, so I usually straighten it in the mornings, like I'm doing right now.

After that, I curl my lashes and slap on some mascara, not too much but just so I don't look like a living zombie.

As I look at myself in the mirror...I for real don't even recognize myself. I'm not sure if they are strict on dress code for our uniforms...but if so I'm definitely getting dress coded for how short this fucking skirt is. It literally only reaches about 2 inches below my ass...

I grab my bag and map and stop right in front of my door, rethinking my whole life.

Screw it.

I twist the door nob open and anxiously walk into the hallway. Super surprised to see that the hallways are completely empty.

Shyly walking down the long, lonely hallway. I can't help but notice the loud silence, and emptiness. This place...it seems, so sad. And old, definitely old.