Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him-it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at leas...
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My eyes dart open at the sound of my alarm, a groan escapes my throat. There is no way it's been ten minutes already. I avert from hitting snooze again and roll myself out of bed. Alyssa is still snoring so I do my best to be quiet and grab my shower caddy before leaving the room.
My extra snooze this morning accompanied by my lack of clean clothes has me running late. There is only one thing I hate more than lack of sleep, and it's running late. I mean there are plenty of things I hate but running late is definitely at the top of the list.
I've especially never been late for the first day of school. We moved around so much when my dad was still an assistant coach, meaning I started a new elementary school almost every year. I had little control over that fact, but I could control the clocks in the house.
One year I carefully set them an hour early the night before the first day of second grade. My little stunt allowed me to be the first person in my class and guaranteed thirty free minutes to prepare for being the new girl yet again. The rest of my family put me on trial that evening at the dinner table, but my mom made sure we were at least thirty minutes early to school the first day every single year after. I think back to other first days of school, remembering that because they fall at the start of football season, my dad hasn't been present for any, except for that first day of second grade because I purposely made him early.
I grab my backpack and quickly slide my arms through the straps. I let myself pause for a few more seconds to find the one portrait on my desk, a picture of me and my mom the summer before she passed away. Twin smiles filling our faces, her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders. I let myself imagine that her smile would be just as big if she could see me today.
🏈🏈🏈
"And now that we have made it through introductions, we can move on to the syllabus which you can find under this course in Blackboard," My biology professor announces to the class.
I'd normally prefer a hard copy of a syllabus to reference weekly when planning out my to-do list, but considering I read the syllabus she posted a week ago, I gladly take the chance to play around on my laptop for the remainder of the class. Reaching into my backpack I search for the cold smooth metal of my Macbook. However, I'm let down when all I feel is the nylon and built-in foam of my backpack's laptop sleeve.
Damnit, I knew my backpack felt too light this morning. I pull out my phone instead, it's not like I need my laptop. Except...Fuck me. Of course I have my first day of work at the tutor center today and all information for which is on that laptop. I quickly open the email from my supervisor and attempt to access the university website from my phone. The server loads half way, but then crashes no matter how many times I hit refresh.
I strategize a plan in my head while Professor Schilling blabs about the attendance policy. If I leave here ten minutes early, I can drop my books off at McGregor and then just swing by the room to get it. I nod silently confirming the plan to myself.
