We Walk Into A College Cafeteria

Chapter 1: France

I opened my eyes just to find a grey ceiling above me. 'Ugh.' I thought as I closed my opened mouth. I could taste the morning breath. I sat up with my Lorde hair a little more puffed out then it normally was.

I swung my legs off the bed. My feet touch the smooth tile ground. The tile was cool. The teachers get heated floors and still they complain about being cold.

I was in Paris Collage of Art. It was hard getting in. Not because of the grades, but because of the money. At first I thought that I wouldn't be able to make it here, but on my Unbirthday my best friend Sue and my parents helped pitched in with the rest of the money that I needed. 

I knew Sue for a long time. She is transgender, so she used to be a he. Some people get mad about it, but since I knew her since I was young I just didn't mind when she said that she was transgender. I remember when we were 12 she sat on my bed telling me that she was transgender. I just shrugged about it.

I stood up from off the bed and went into the bathroom. My hair was dark brown almost black. My hair is very curly. I brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, and used the bathroom.

I walked out of the bathroom and changed into a black pair of jeans, a white tank top with a blue and white flannel shirt unbuttoned. I put my combat boots on and laced them up.

Checking the alarm clock and cursing under my breath. Breakfasts started in 3 minutes. I was going to be late. I walked out the room while grabbing my camera closing the door behind me.