"Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you."
—John GreenKendrick & Rodney
Gina & Denise
I N T R O
Eight AM classes have to be the worst decision, I've ever made. Kendrick spoke to himself as he ran. The cold November breeze made his cheeks turn a rosy color as he coughed. He is almost late for class, this being the first time ever. He doesn't remember how or why he even forgot to set his alarm.
He held a board in his hands, and tried to watch where he was going. Bumping into people and all while glancing to make sure his painting doesn't have any flaws.
"Excuse me, sorry!" He said pushing people out of his way.
People looked at him strange, being that he had on his pajamas, robe and Adidas slides. He looked like he had just woken up, which is the exactly what it is: he just woke up.
He became anxious just thinking that he'll be late to class. He's usually always the first one in class, and considering that it's no way he can make it in five minutes made him upset.
"Bro, slow down." People hissed at him.
"Sorry!" He sung out, but he didn't stop running.
While Kendrick was rushing to class, Gina had already been up. Five Am to be exact. She just got through with track practice. She was very optimistic about today, but now? She is tired and drained. Her whole body ached as she walked back to her dorm to get ready for her ten AM class.
Today was suppose to be a chill practice, but people weren't doing what they were suppose to do. Her coach made sure that everyone pushed themselves to the limit, and here's Gina sore and exhausted.
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