The Starting Line (Reupload)

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Her alarm going off is what finally snapped Eleanora out of her deep sleep. She hit it weakly, finally shutting it down. She kept her head buried in the pillows for a few moments before sitting up, squinting across the room.

She rubbed her eyes, groaning as she stretched quickly. Looking at the time, she sighed, stood up, and grabbed her clothes for the day, walking down the steps that led to her room.

When she reached the bathroom door, she stared into Meredith's room, hurling insults and curses at the woman and whoever she brought into the house last night on her head.

As she was opening the door, George came out, still wiping a towel through his hair. He looked at Eleanora, his eyes widened be he saw the look on her face.

Replacing her normal, cheerful, sweet self was what George could only describe as a monster. Murderous eyes, with a frown and a frown replacing the usual smile on her lips. "G-good morning?"

"No," she fumed, "It's not a good morning. It's a horrible morning! I slept four hours in total, probably less, and had to suffocate my face with a pillow to block out the raw sounds of Meredith's many, many rounds." She grabbed George by the shirt and led him out of the bathroom. "Now, I have to get ready and shower with painfully cold water because you and Izzie are selfish and don't keep hot water for me, and use toothpaste that someone should have replaced weeks ago!"

She turned, stomping her feet as she grabbed the doorknob. "So, no, George, it's not a good morning, nor will it be!" Once she was done, she slammed the door shut and locked it, leaving George staring at the door with an expression of astonishment and real fear.

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"Meredith's sexual escapades have broken Eleanora!" George whispered loudly to Izzie, his face pale and still shaken by the interaction with his smaller roommate not too long ago. "She's... She's mean!"

Izzie snorted, stirring the cream in her coffee. "Eleanora Amedeo? What do you mean? George, the lack of sleep must have made you worse than we originally thought."

He shook his head, clutching the side of the table as he sat down. "No, Izzie, I'm serious. She's bad."

Izzie opened her mouth again, but was interrupted by Eleanora coming down the steps. Her eyes burned with anger as she entered the kitchen, looking at George and Izzie.

Izzie's eyes widened, staring at Eleanora angrily making her morning bagel. She moved her eyes to George, who was just nodding quickly. "Bad." He muttered, quickly looking down as Eleanora turned around.

"Has the guy come downstairs yet?" She muttered.

"Dude? As in singular? With that much noise, I doubt it was one." Izzie spoke, laughing lightly as she sat down next to George.

"yeah, do you mind if I don't think about it?" George groaned and wrinkled his nose in disgust. Eleanora rolled her eyes and moved to the other side of the island, jumping on the countertop.

"Oh? Jealous?" asked Izzie, raising an eyebrow.

George mumbled, a blush rising his cheeks. "No! I'm not jealous!"

"Please, the only person who doesn't know about your crush on Meredith is Meredith." Eleanora grumbled. Izzie turned in her chair to look at her with an impressed look, George looked at her with a hurt expression.

Before anyone could speak, the sound of someone running downstairs caught the attention of the three of them. There eyes turned to the door, George leaned on the back legs of the chair to look, and Izzie glanced around. Eleanora only moved a little from her position, looking furiously.