Emily's POV
"Wake up ... Melisa wake up ... Melisa can you wake up? ... Are you dead or something, WAKE THE HELL UP.?" After several minutes of violent shaking and asking pointless questions there was a sign of life; a loud grunt warning me to get out. I knew I would be injured if my roommate found out I woke her up from her beauty sleep.
With that I skipped out of her room and into mine. I shut the door and decided to get dressed for school. Being a university student was hard but after two years I started to get the hang of it. I chose what to wear the night before; as I put it on I felt more like an art student then an engineer student. My new white tank top was perfectly clean but the rest of my look made that statement correct. The stains on my flannel from doing all the practical work made it look like I've been through war, but I didn't care, it couldn't look better. My ripped jeans with a few extra accidental holes added to my whole look. I didn't like to wear make-up so I picked up my Ray Bands from the desk covered in paper and headed to the kitchen. I stirred p two cups of coffee and waited. The bathroom door slammed making me jump in fright and telling me sleeping beauty turned into Godzilla, and if I didn't get out I would be wrecked.
I picked up my coffee and headed for the streets. I and Melisa rented an average apartment block 10 minutes away from out university a year ago. After the first year of living in those stupid dorm rooms we decided to become roommates and live in a nearby apartment. It was the best decision ever.
I liked nature so I always walk but Melisa cannot be bothered and I literally the definition of lazy. I don't understand how she has a killer body she eats and never exercises! If you ask her she will say "oh exercise? Why pay and ache from pain when you can ache from pleasure, if you know what I mean" I loved exercising. My personal favorite is boxing, I even went to some underground matches, but never tried or taken it very seriously. I do it every time my mind can't get round something or when I'm stressed. It helped many of my problems and I owe it all to my ex. When I walked in on my boyfriend of two years and another girl, I had to take my anger out on something so I went straight to a punching bag. After all the anger the only thing left was pain. So like a normal person I cried, ate ice cream, watched sappy romance movies and then cried a bit more. Now as I'm walking past the trees I'm glad we're over. Even if it has just been 3 months I would have never have lost the extra 20 pounds I had and never had the body I'm confident, love and enjoy being in.
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"Shit! WATCH IT TURTLE BUTT! THERE ARE PEDESTRIANS WALKING ON THE SIDE WALK! IT ISN'T FOR YOUR JERK FACE TO DRIVE ON!" That stupid car. It just came at me. Who does the driver think it is? As I stare at the car that nearly caused my death it stopped and so did my heart.
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Sunshine
HumorShe's just a normal uni student right? Catching your boyfriend cheating in you makes you want to rip his lungs out, Right? Well, in Emily's life this happened to her but she took her anger out on a punching bag and soon fell in love with the sport. ...