8. Regrets or Dreams Come True?
KNOCK!
I stirred.
KNOCK!
"Shut up!" I scream at the door.
KNOCK!
"Fine! I'm up! I'm up!" I yell stumbling to my feet.
I grip the back of the couch, feelings of dizziness surround my head. I'm sure I'll fall over or trip over all these people.
Wait.
People?
Why are they at my apartment? On my floor? Passed out?
KNOCK!
Crap, the door. I slowly carry my non-charming self to the door. Opening it slowly, revealing a man dressed in a business suit. With a blue striped tie.
Hey he's kinda cute.
It's the middle of summer who wears suits or long sleeves in warm weather?! Whatever I'm not the one to judge right?
"Hello and good morning madame! I'm Professor Mike Willbourg from Cambridge University here in California. I came by because I heard you would be attending our University next semester as a freshman. I wanted to say welcome and that we do offer tours during summer so you may get used to the campus before attending classes. Do you plan on staying in a dorm?" He asked professionally.
He didn't even flinch at the fact that I had a hangover and looked like absolute and literal shit.
"Um yes, I do." I replied wiping my eyes to wake up quicker.
"Then here is a pamphlet on all the dorms and some dorm buddies who you might be interested in. Is it alright if I put you down on that list or do you already have a roommate?" He questions again.
"I already have one." I reply with a smile, hanging onto the door.
"Okay then, it seems like you have everything figured out. If you have any questions on tours or the university itself feel free to call the number at the bottom of the pamphlet and a councelor will be there to answer them. Have a wonderful morning and I will see you this year. Oh and I teach Astronomical sciences and also overall science professor. So I will probably have you in a class or two." He says, smiling and leaves my front porch.
I close my door and throw the pamphlet on the table. I freeze and stare at the amount of people covering my floors. Along with beer bottles and cans and glasses and someone either threw up or peed.
I put my hands in my hair and yanked at it.
"I'm not cleaning this up." I say, hands on hips.
GROWLL
Oh my goodness!! I run to my kitchen and rip open the cabinets to find spilt beer and cups lining the inside.
Where is my cereal?!
I shove cups and move boxes to reveal my Cocoa Puffs I bought a couple days ago. I grip the box and quietly shut the cupboard. Reaching for a bowl and spoon. Somehow my foot got caught on the door handle and fell to the the floor with a THUD.
I hit my head off the floor. I feel like giving up and just laying here but my upset stomach disagrees. I manage to stand and grab my cereal in the bowl.
Walking to the fridge and pouring my milk is easy. Finding a place to sit is hard.
Cups and bodies line every room I have in this apartment. My couch is taken along with the floor. I move to my bedroom and am instantly disgusted.
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