Deprived.

Beginning. Chapter One.

My fingers were cramping and felt as though they might fall off as I gripped my led pencil tightly and wrote over my notes for the second time. I couldn’t help but get distracted as the loud thunder sounded from outside and the clouds spat droplets of rain that landed perfectly on the tin roof of our apartment. I felt almost blessed as I was finally out of the darned collage dorms and arriving at campus from Oscar and Jeremy’s apartment, the six hours of collage for today were over and I was now put to another agonizing two hours of study. It was permitted to write a review of Jane Eyre, in which I had read over three times. I adored the book as Jane was the most headstrong and powerful young lady I had ever read about- the only subject I knew I was passing was English and Performing arts/music, which was soothing yet alarming as I was failing seventy percent of my subjects in the first semester of collage. Denise was passing everything I knew of which made me feel on edge- my future always seemed to be on the line. The Television from Jeremy and Oscar’s room was blaring and I knew the sound of Keeping up with the Kardashians anywhere, Kim was raving on about something Kris had done about ‘over booking her’ I couldn’t help but laugh at their constant first world problems. At the moment I needed nothing but quite as I reviewed my…review for the second time already. I forcefully banged on the wall in front of my hardwood desk, my fist collided with the drywall repetitively before I heard a muffled laugh and a loud “What!”

I grinned slightly “Can you guys turn down Kim Kardashian and her gang minions I’m studying!” I yelled with enough force for them to hear me.

“Sorry Lennon, cant here you over Kim Kardashian” Oscar chuckled before turning up the Television. I rolled my eyes before storming out of my bedroom and or study. “Guys seriously” I scowled at the two boys cuddling on our black leather couches. Oscar and Jeremy were gay, and I adored them both but they knew how to push my buttons at the worst’s of times.

“Lighten up Roselle” Jeremy exclaimed before turning down the television to a tolerable volume.

“Lighten up? You guys are passing collage am I right?” I growled, rolling my eyes. My hands found their place on my hips as the sour look on my face concreted.

“You need to relax Lennon, you just take it all too seriously and it confuses you…I guess?” Oscar smiled as he attempted to give advice. I knew darn well I was failing massively and ‘relaxing’ will clearly make it worse, its all about anticipation and effort. I can pass if I put in the effort, and putting in effort doesn’t involve arguing about the television volume.

I furrowed my eyebrows “I don’t think so.” I growled before leaving the room, a few chuckles followed me out the room which aggravated me the slightest bit more.

Hours of continuous study caused me to feel drained of energy and almost sleep deprived as I went well over the two hour maximum study time, and hit around four. It was three fifteen am’ and I was exhausted. I ran my hands over my sweaty face and let out a rather loud exhale. I found myself searching for my toiletries bag and a fresh towel as I needed to freshen up before I climbed into the empty king size bed that was calling my name repetitively.

After at least forty five minutes of sitting in the bottom of the steamed shower, with soap covering me from head to toe; I had finally emerged from the steamy heaven. I spent time lazing around in my cotton towel in search for pyjama pants and a shirt which was hidden under a lump of freshly dried washing in the dryer which sat in the laundry, a few giggles came from the two apparently grown ‘men’ who still sat onto of each other on the couch as I ran through the room in just a towel to grab my pyjamas from the laundry.

I took in a large yawn before finally climbing under the warm and snug duvet which hugged me from top to tail. My eyes shut almost instantly as a chilled and welcomed breeze rolled in through the open window, the wind danced with my white curtains as the rain fell softly on the tin roof; I felt calm and relaxed in slumber.