College Dreaming

Chapter 20

College Dreaming
Chapter 20

*Myra's POV*

"Myra.....Myra....Myra....bitch get up!"

I wake up to Giselle sitting on top of me trying to wake me up. I rub my eyes and then put my pillow over my face and groan.

"Myra wake up."

I shake my head no and turn over.

"Five more minutes."

"Uhhh uhh...get that ass up and get dressed. We got class today." Giselle says as she hit my head with the pillow

"Alright, I'm getting up." I say getting up and sucking my teeth

Giselle climbs off me, and gets dressed. I turn over again still sleeping. I'm not ready to wake up yet. Eventually Giselle turns around and sees me still laying in bed with the covers over my head.

"Alright come on now Myra. GET UP!!!"

Giselle walks over to the bed and snatches the covers off the bed and pulls me up.

"Giselle noooo!"

"Look hoe, you're not about to make me us late for our first class. Now get up and get your ass in gear before I beat you like a pinata!"

"Yes daddy..."

I grab my clothes out the closet and slowly put them on. Giselle is already putting on her jewelry and I'm just getting started.

"Myra, you ready girl?"

"Almost, I just need to put my face on."

"Ugh, girl really?"

"Damn right. I'm not about to go out in public looking like dawn of the dead."

"Chile, you a mess. Hurry up though."

I finish putting on makeup, grab my keys, and we head out. Giselle and I have the same Psychology class, so we decided to walk together. As we're walking, the dilemma I was having earlier is still running though my head. I know I asked Chris and Trey for some advice, but to be honest, it still didn't help. I was looking for one answer, but it just more.

"What's on your mind Myra?"

Giselle snaps me out my mini trance.

"Oh nothing girl. I'm good."

"You sure? You seem a little off lately. If you wanna talk about it, I'm here.:

Damn was it that obvious? My issue isn't something that I just blurt out and say.

"Gizzy, I'm good. I promise."

"Ugh, what did I tell you about calling me that?"

"Girl stop. You never said shit about it before."

Giselle and I continue laughing and talking until we arrive at our class. We walk inside, and it was nothing like I imagined. The classroom was big as hell, and there was a a stage like setting up front, and the tables had swivel chairs. Giselle and I take the available seats in the fourth row and set our stuff down. I start spinning around in the swivel chair, and Giselle pinches my arm while I'm doing this.

"Bitch chill out. Stop acting so childish."

"Why won't you let me have any fun?"

"Cause you're drawing attention over here, now quit it." Giselle says as she slaps my arm 

"Oww bitch." I grab my arm and slap her back

"Chill out"

Giselle and I continue slapping each other and whispering and the teacher walks in the side door. Everyone settles down as she comes in.