Untitled; It doesn't need a name to be famous.

Chapter 1 - College......SUCKS!

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP, WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

Yep, it's 7 o'clock and time to get up, according to that stupid device at the top of my desk. Damn Satsuki and that alarm. She calls it her, "full proof plan to wake Retro up in the morning." I  toss violently to the left, hitting my hip on the wooden barrier that kept me from falling to the floor from the top bunk. "Ow, ugh.." I moan and take a moment to kick the off the covers and snatch the headscarf from my hair. The room was warm and lit by the growing sunrise outside and the sound of social college kids fills my ears. But that alarm is still blaring and if I don't do something, I know we would get a noise complaint for sure. I hop from the first notch on the stairs and land hard in the carpet. I struggle to find my phone in the dark, but quickly pick it up to smack the "stop" button illuminated on the screen. I let out a sigh in relief and bend forward to pop each of my limbs and walk into the bathroom. 

Ah, the feels of a Monday; sluggish, slow and laid back. As I lean over the counter and stand in the mirror, I slowly examine my body. I had to readjust my scarf twice last night, but my cornrows were still braided tightly atop my scalp and the poof on the back of my head had flattened itself, but that problem can be solved easy with a comb. 

I wash my face and quietly remark on my too-light-to-be-dark-skin appearance; my acne scars - which I had convinced everyone were freckles - shined under the soap and water, along with my not so on-fleek eyebrows, 'cause I wasn't born  with em. I brush my teeth, feeling with my tongue the gap were my gold implants would fill the space, and stare into my hazel eyes, watching my own reflection in them. After I put in my implants, I walk to the side of the tub and wet my leg, letting the cold water slowly slide down my legs, giving me the chills I so weirdly enjoy. I open my eyes and reach for my...damn it! The water hums as I lean back in defeat and pick up my new electric shaver. It's broken! This is the fourth one! And I barely see my roommate, anyway. What is she, a bear?! I toss it across the room aiming for the trash, barely getting it through the small opening.

"Guess it's a cargo-pants kind of day, huh?" I ask the silence in my dorm. The fabric of my muscle shirt tickles my skin as I slip it on. Hmm, to chose between studs or gems... I pick up each pair but find myself looking to my dresser and smiling as I pick up the small wooded box gifted to me with my name and flowers carved into it. Only my brother could make something so cheesy so sweet. The smooth design of the box entice me as I open it and retrieve the small trinkets. I put on the necklace, then the earrings one by one, same as with each pant leg, but I had to be careful with. Out the options of my father's military pants or the pair I bought when I first moved to California,I -of course- chose my dad's birthday gift to me which had holes where my feet could easily slide through. All accompanied by my converse shoes and to finish it all off, my favorite brass ring worn on my left pointer finger.

Once I have everything on, I take my school bags under my arm and send a quick text to Satsuki;

hey, goin out to class, see u later

oh! guess whos awake! see, my alarm worked!

yeah, yeah, get your head out your ass, don't get too cocky

mh hm, kay, whatever sweetie, see you 2 nite!

I giggle as I put my phone to sleep and grab my helmet, leather jacket, snatch my keys, jump out my dorm, and slam the room shut. 

The warm winds fill my lungs as I take in a deep inhale. On the commute to class, the traffic, of course, was slow and hectic but calming. I remember the conversation I had with my parents over getting a motorcycle.

"Do you have the money for it?" My dad leaned forward in his seat, raising his eyebrow. 

"Yes, I really do! Dad, trust me! Besides, I've always wanted one. Come on! I can afford it, insurance too!" We both turned to my mom for her interrogation, but she simply rocked back and forth in her chair, grinning quietly. "Mommy, you gotta believe me, I'll be fine!" I whined, hoping to get a positive reaction. She stopped suddenly and got up to match my gaze. Even though I was taller than her, she knew how to intimidate me, and everyone with her statute. 

She wagged her finger in my face and let out her list of rules that she wanted me to follow. "One; no music on the road. Keep your mind and face clear. Two; wear your helmet at all times. I don't want you to lose more of your brain. And three; remember, if you break it, you bought it." Her face softened as she let out her loud laugh and hugged me tight. 

Man, I wish I was still home, not going to some stupid class where I gotta learn about, "character empathy" or some shit like that.

As I come to a stop light, I straighten up and look deep into traffic. On my right side, an old geezer in a red pickup truck winks and makes a kissy-face at me. I simply raise my hand and unhinge my middle finger at him while I zoom down the road to my final destination. 

Damn, I hate college.