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Lucille

I wake up that morning with a minor headache. My hair is all poofy from sleep. I notice Kiara in the bed across the room, still asleep in the clothes she wore last night. Must've gotten too drunk to change, I assume.

I only ran into her once at the party, but that was one time too many. She's very irritating.

I climb out of my bed to get a shower. In the bathroom I remove my Hello Kitty pajama pants and the white tank top I had on, climbing into the warm water. One of the best feelings in the morning.

Once I'm all done I step out of the shower, but quickly realize I forgot to bring my towel and a change of clothes in here with me. Dammit.

I peek out the bathroom door. Kiara seems to still be asleep. I quickly grab my towel from where it resides in my closet, wrapping myself in it. I grab a change of clothes from my dresser, taking them into the bathroom with me.

I shut the door a little more aggressively than necessary and dry off. I squeeze the water from my damp hair. Though it's blonde, it turns significantly darker when wet. My hot pink bangs also turn a deep shade of magenta.

I've chosen to wear my white cardigan with pastel colored patches, a sage green sports bra, and light blue jeans with small rips. I allow my short hair to air dry, which usually doesn't take long.

I leave the bathroom, sitting down at my desk to do my makeup. I need to go to the grocery store today. I've learned that we have no food here. Dakota and I stopped at Wendy's last night for food before the party, but otherwise I haven't eaten since I've moved in. Kiara must not have either, at least not at home, but she doesn't seem like she gets out much. I suppose she can use whatever I buy. Money is no issue for me. I may or may not be a trust fund baby...

Once I'm done getting ready, I put my wallet and phone into a small white handbag and leave the dorm.

Once I'm outside I realize how hot it is. Our dorm is thankfully air conditioned, same with the rest of the building, but outside it's miserable. Only 8 AM and it's already 80-something degrees.

I get into my car. The temperature is even worse in here. I leave the door open while I wait for the AC to cool it down. I take out my phone, noticing I have a few texts from my parents checking in.

"How are things? I hope you've unpacked and have a nice roommate ❤️❤️❤️" From my mom. I type back, "Good! My roommate is annoying but it's alright! ❤️" In reality, it's not alright, but I can cope.

From my dad, "Let me know if you need more money for food or anything like that. Also, buy a coffee machine. It changed my life when I was in college. Love you." I was indeed planning on getting a coffee machine, considering the dozens of times he's told me to in the past... I respond, "I will, thanks. Love you too."

My car has cooled off so I shut my door and load up my GPS. I have no idea where the grocery stores are around here.

Then I take off.

♥♥♥

When I get back to the dorm, many grocery bags in hand, I notice that Kiara is now awake. I put the bags down on the counter top, I still need to go back downstairs to my car for the rest. Ugh.

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