First day on classses: Wednesday
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
Bell and I exchanged looks that expressed 'We're fucked' as we jumped out of our beds. With us being so busy chit chatting once again and site seeing some more the night before, we drifted off to sleep without even setting our alarms.
Our classes were at eight a.m., and the clock on the wall read seven thirty-five.
We had to form a system real quick. While I was brushing my teeth with one hand and styling my baby hairs with the other, Cerebellum was rolling on the floor, trying to pull her jeans up while silently crying.
Then we changed turns.
Bell tripped and fell over the stress ball while I threw a brown shirt over my head, careful not to ruin my edges. I just realized, we both forgot to put on out bonnets last night. No wonder my hair is a tad bit frizzy.
We grabbed all of our materials that was needed; we were out the door within fifteen minutes with minutes to spare.
7:50
I thought we were home free, well I was home free, when I realized my class, Art 101, was on the other side of campus.
Fudge.
Trying to cut down on my cussing.
Running to my disadvantage, I turned around and yelled an see you later to Bell. She tried to do the same but stumbled and rolled down an mini hill. Some of her books fell out of her bag. I wanted to laugh, but it was no time for that. When I turned to go help her, she held up an hand and said, "I'm...okay. Forget about me! It's every woman for themselves."
After hearing those words of assurance, I sprinted. I had five minutes to spare. At the rate I was going, I should get a gold medal.
My class was in my view. I smiled. I was almost there when the door had shut. An huge frown came across my face.
So close. I closed my eyes for a quick minute and huffed. I wanted to stomp like a little child.
Now everyone would stare at me for being late.
I rolled my eyes and slightly knocked on the brown, wooden door.
I hope doorbell made it.
I stood there anticipating the stares and the embarrassment that was bound to come my way.
Then the door opened.
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Portion (Ongoing)
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