Today was my first day of college. My classes start at 10 so I wake up at 9. When I woke up I did my morning routine and got dressed.
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That son of satan is still asleep. As I grabbed my laptop and bags to head for the cafe, I looked at him as he slept.
I wanna ruin it.
I smirk folded onto my face as I set a alarm for 5 minutes on repeat. I leave the room and headed to the cafe.
I got to the cafe and got my breakfast which was a donut and coffee because I'm greedy. Anyway I sat down and started listening to music. I had about 30 minutes until my classes start.
A girl sat down at my table and she seemed kinda stressed. "Hey are you okay?" I asked her. "I'm okay I'm just so overwhelmed but it's all good. I'm Christina" "Mara, are you a freshman?"
"No, I'm a sophomore and it's stressful being a YouTuber and being a college student"
"Oh you're a youtuber?"
"Yeah I'm BeautyChickee"
"Chickee?" I asked smiling. "Don't ask. So what made you go to this fine university?" She asked me. "It was better than most colleges I visited. It was less expensive than the ones I wanted to go to" She laughs. "My reasons were somewhat the same but I moved closer to visit my boyfriend"
"Oooh what's his name? Does he have a brother?" I asked jokingly.
"His name is Corbyn Matthew Besson and he's soo cute and caring"
"Aww I'm jealous" I check the time. It's 9:50. "Shit I gotta go bye Christina"I said getting up and waving goodbye.
I walk into my first class nervous. Scared, and most of all...
Ecstatic.
I sit down in the middle row and start to get prepared for my class. I take out my laptop, headphones, paper, and pencils. The professor walks in and greets the class and starts telling us overall about this class. Soon she brings us to the notes.
I start writing down everything on the board. Everything she wrote I wrote. I was writing everything that I needed to know and extra information that'll probably be handful in the future.
I'm almost done writing the notes when someone taps my shoulder.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
I start to get a little pissed off. "What the hell do you want?" I said quietly but angrily to a boy with curly hair sitting beside me. "Damn all I wanted was a pencil" he said caught off guard by my attitude. "Well stop tapping my shoulder" I said still irritated and passed him a pencil. "Should I have said "CAN I BORROW A PENCIL RANDOM GIRL?" or should tap your shoulder?" He whispered yelled at me, looking at the side of my face.
