Mischa laid on the mattress without sheets or blankets on the floor. He picked up his phone, "2:04". "Auuuugh!" He thought. He hasn't slept in two days, and it's definitely been noticeable. He had dark purplish circles under his eyes. Some of his fellow classmates and friends had started noticing. The most worried of them being Penny and Noel. "God, what's wrong with me?" He said. "Why can't I sleep?" He picked up his phone. "2:09". He looked around his "room". Then he saw it. Vodka. Vodka! Surely, getting drunk enough will make him sleep! He picked up the bottle, half-empty, and downed it. He started feeling a bit tipsy immediately. Especially because he hadn't eaten either. Suddenly, the room started spinning. He was DEFINITELY drunk now. He picked up his phone, not thinking straight at all. This didn't feel right. Something was off. This wasn't the fun kinda drunk. This was the "I'm regretting my life." kinda drunk. He immediately thought, "I need to call Noel." So he did.
