The Odds in Our Favor (WLW)

FOUR

★Kiara★

September 1st, 1989, dear diary—nah I'm kidding. Though, it is September now, and I am fucked.

Classes have officially started today. Woohoo.

I was woken up this morning by Lucille's alarm. She set it for 5 fucking AM. My first class isn't even until 8. Another thing that sucks for me is that once I wake up, I can NEVER fall back asleep. So I start getting ready.

Lucille has been just as irritable these past 5 days, potentially even more so than when she first showed up. This morning, however, I think we were both too tired to say anything snarky to one another. I suppose I'm usually the instigator, so I guess I was too tired, but I digress.

Excluding today though, annoying her is just as funny as ever. She's just too easy to rile up. If I so much as look at her for a second too long she starts glaring at me.

It's cute, honestly, considering her absolutely nonthreatening appearance. She's wearing a half up, half down style with her hair this morning. The half up part is little space buns. She's wearing a pastel pink sweater and cashmere colored pants. This is the girl that would probably kill me if given the right opportunity.

I pour myself a bowl of Cheerios, only to find that Lucille only bought almond milk when she went shopping a few days ago. Now that I think about it, she didn't buy any meat either. We also have no eggs. We do have cheese, but still. 

"Are you vegan?" I ask her.

She turns from where she was crouched on the floor, packing her backpack with notebooks and her laptop. "No. Why?" It sounds like a harmless answer, but the look on her face is so bitchy.

"You only bought almond milk. And didn't buy any meat or eggs." I explain my thinking. She still looks at me like I'm an idiot.

"Well I can't cook for the life of me, so I wouldn't be able to prepare meat properly, I don't see me ever needing eggs, and almond milk just tastes better." She's tying on her pink converse now. It's 6:30. She must have early classes, I assume.

"I see... Your opinion is wrong, but alright."

"That's the cool thing about opinions, they don't need to be factual." She stands up, slinging her bag over her shoulders then crossing her arms.

"I suppose, but if you were to tell me that in your opinion gravity doesn't exist, that would be wrong." I argue as I reluctantly pour some almond milk into my bowl of Cheerios.

"That is a completely different scenario, because science has proved gravity does exist." She rolls her eyes, approaching the door to leave. She didn't eat breakfast.

"Science has also proved evolution." I say, "And not everyone believes it. Same thing for gravity for some fucking reason."

"Okay, whatever. It's too early for this shit. Goodbye, have an awful day."

"Already having one, hun."

"Right, and—let me guess—that's all my fault." She turns the doorknob, about to step out to leave.

"Yes, actually! Good job." I clap softly. She rolls her eyes again and finally leaves. She shuts the door a little harder than necessary.