I awake to my alarm going off. 8:00 a.m. My eyes widen. My alarm is for emergencies only. Like if I stayed up late but was actually ready to go, or if I'm dilly-dallying with breakfast. I jump out of bed and quickly throw on some jeans and a hoodie. I grab the hair tie on my dresser to put my hair in a messy braid.
Before I go any farther into the story, I should probably explain what's going on. Hi, my name is Danielle Wilson, but I go by Dani--Danielle seems so...long and beautiful, and by all means, I'm not that beautiful. I'm twenty years old, and am a college student in New York.
I'm originally from Mississippi. I moved around a lot when I was a child, but my family finally settled in Oregon by the time I turned ten. And by then, when my mom found out she couldn't have anymore children, we adopted a girl two years younger than me--Roxy. Roxy was awesome and we love each other and we never will be separated. I worked my butt off to get accepted into the same college as Roxy (yeah, she got accepted as a sophomore!) and she suffered through several sports to be with me.
It was late November, and I planned on staying in New York this year for Christmas, but I decided I wanted to go back to Oregon. I miss family and other friends, but really have an ache for Ben. Ben is my boyfriend and he's the best thing ever. Like is Roxy had a boy counterpart and wasn't my sibling and was much quieter. Ben is...too hard to explain. Only a few people in this world know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, I'm late.
"ROXY! MARCUS!--"
Oh yeah; Marcus. Marcus Shepherd is Roxy and mine's other roommate. You might be thinking, "He's probably a huge pervert. What is wrong with you?" Marcus is the perfect roommate: easy to get along with, minds his own business, quiet, contributes, etc., etc. And, he's from New York! Roxy and I met Marcus first day of her freshman year. He was a lost, lost freshman like her. I decided to show him around when he saved Roxy's life when she was about to be hit by a bus.
Anyway: "WE'RE LATE!!!" I shoved my folders and laptop in my book bag and burst into Roxy's room. Her dark curly hair was a mess and she was just now groping around for her big glasses. "Roxy..." I groaned. I rummaged around in her drawers for acceptable clothing and threw it on top of her, along with her book bag.
"MARCUS!" I hollered, pounding on his door. When he didn't answer, I yelled, "Comin' in!" Marcus was frantically trying to get his left sneaker on his right foot, but at least he was dressed! "Other way," I muttered, tossing him a brush for his cow-licked brown hair.
I ran to the kitchen and threw two granola bars on the counter. "Come on, guys!" I shoved one in my mouth when Marcus came in, smacked his head and yelled, "Essay!"
I ignored him as he ran back to his room. "ROXY!" I roared, spitting food.
Roxy stumbled in and groaned, "Whaaaaat? My hair isn't cooperating!" I grabbed the ponytails on her wrists and made space buns, a new style for her. "There! New style, be happy, let's go!" Marcus ran past us to the hall and we followed.
I decided the elevator would be too slow and slid down the railings of the stairs--I learned the hard way that taking the stairs two at a time down, doesn't quite work. I made it first to the parking lot, caught my breath, and slid into the dark blue Honda Civic. I tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as I craned my neck for Roxy and Marcus.
Finally, I saw them running towards me. I pulled out to the road and stopped so they could get in. I sped off to Columbia University. That's right, we got into the school with the 6% acceptance rate! And me a Roxy barely had to pay for it!
We finally ran towards the columned building all too late. I sped ahead, my blonde hair falling out of its bun and my body burning, even in the icy air. I barely made it to class before Professor Brown could close the door.
