Writing Prints

Writing Prompt #1

(A/N: Most of this book will be in 1 POV because I can't write in any other POV. Also, in this one, the narrator is in college.)

It was very early in the morning. 3:00, to be exact. I didn't know why I woke up so suddenly an hour ago but I couldn't go back to sleep. My mind just wouldn't turn off. So here I am, in a coffee shop that is open 24/7 on campus getting coffee for my roommate and I.

I looked around as I stepped in line. There wasn't that many people, a few in line a couple of others scattered around the shop, presumably studying for the midterms coming up.

It was almost my turn in line, ready to order and I noticed the barista's hair color. Hot pink. She's embarrased. Why? What did the person in front of me do to make the barista's hair color so vibrant?

I listened in on the conversation. It seemed that the person currently ordering was dropping pick up lines in almost every line he said. I started getting annoyed. I just wanted to get some coffee and he was distracting the barista.

He eventually stepped away when he was called to get his coffee. I stepped up to the counter ordering 8 shots of espresso into an Americano with the largest cup sized they had for myself and a medium caramel macchiato for my roommate.

I stepped away quickly after paying to wait for the drinks. It wasn't until then that I pulled out my phone, seeing my hair for the first time this morning. I was surprised. It honestly wasn't as bad as I thought. Still in it's French braid from last night with a couple of stray strands here and there. But what was unsurprising was the color. A dull, light grey. I'm tired. Soon my coffee came and I found a seat at a small table with 2 chairs across from each other.

Sitting down, I pulled out my laptop from my backpack that I had brought with me. I opened it up, typing in the password. I started typing a rough draft of the essay we were starting on in English, when I heard someone pull out the seat across from me and sit. I looked up to see who it is and it was the guy from before.

"Do you need something?" I asked.

"Your number." He replied. I glanced up at him. His hair was a flirtatious red/pink. I rolled my eyes at him. He instantly backed up.

"Woah there, you don't need to be all snarky." He said. "You know, I can read the future."

"I bet you can." I replied.

"Yeah, I know by the end of today, you'll be head over heels for me."

"You know, I can read the future too. I know that the next thing that comes out of your mouth will be incredibly stupid."

"Hey! That was a bit rude, don't ya think?"

"Hey! Look at that I was right!" I exclaimed.

It was then that he dropped a slip of paper on the table and walked away. I picked it up and looked at it. It seemed to be some lame-ass pick-up line and presumably his phone number. I looked up to see him glancing at me. I held eye contact as I ripped it up and went to throw it away. When I sat down I checked my phone and noticed my reflection. My hair was still a dull, light grey with flaming red streaks. I was tired and annoyed. Very annoyed. This was not a good morning.