Till Dawn

Chapter 1

When looking at the early morning sunlight, I wondered where my life is going to lead after i finish college in a year. I have no family except for my grandmother and even then she won't be here long enough to see me start my own life. And when  I think about my life, i lead a very secluded, boring one at that. I spend most of my time studying more than hanging out with friends because of a full time scholarship I need to keep my grades up for or I will go bust. Even then the scholarship is not enough to pay for my tuition this year, so starting today, back to school on the first of my senior year, I need to get a job.

Startle from my deep thoughts by the beeping of my alarm, signaling that its time to get up. So i throw back the covers of my bed and pad over to the bathroom to start getting ready. i take a shower, brush my teeth, put some clothes on, and put my hair in a messy bun. I'm not one of those stereotypical girls that spend an hour to get ready and most of that time is spent putting make up on. I'm just the average 5' 6, dark brown almost black hair, hazel eyed, Irish American, 22 year old. I just do whatever is comfortable for me and not care with how I look and what other people think of me. 

I make sure that i have my phone, ipod, and backpack with me when i head downstairs to start breakfast for my grandma and I. I star cooking up some french toast, scramble eggs with some chives and sausage, some fresh squeezed orange juice, and a fresh pot of coffee. I know this may seem like a lot but me being the young woman that I am and my grandmother at the ripe age of 75 with a fast metabolism, we could finish the food in no time. I barely have all the food and drinks sitting on the table, when I hear my grandma coming down the hallway from her room. She choose to sleep downstairs then upstairs because of her bad knees.

"Good morning, Grams. How was your sleep?" I asked. All she does is grunts under her breathe while murmuring "Wait until I get some coffee then we'll see if it's a good morning." 

Patiently, I waited until grams had her cup of Joe to rejuvenate her energy to re ask my question. Grams says with her slight Irsh accent,"I have woken up on the better side of the bed but not today. But anyway are you excited starting up your classes again?"

"Eh, it's ok. Just not looking forward to looking for a job because they cut my scholarship short. I thought when they said it was going to be a full time scholarship, i meant that it that they were going to be until I graduate. But I guess that is what happens when the sponsors business goes bankrupt."

"Are you at least going to get financial aide to help pay part of the tuition?"

"Yeah, I'm getting a grant but its still not enough to pay the whole tuition, so i will still need to get a job. I'm just glad I found an opening to read to one of the professors that is blind. And also the pay is really good, about $15 an hour, 15 hours a week."

My Grams whistles at that and goes back to eating breakfast. After we finish eating, I wash the dishes, give Grams a kiss on the cheek after I grab my stuff, and head out the door. I go to my precious '64 Ford Mustang that is painted all black. I saved up for my baby all through high school and the first year of college in order to buy her. Every decal, part, seat belt, belong only to me and nobody is going to take my baby away from me. She is my pride and joy because classic cars is like the only thing me and my dad had in common.

I throw my stuff in the backseat. Start up my baby and when I hear the deep purr of the engine I just close my eyes and enjoy the rumble of her. After reminiscing for a moment, I back up the driveway head on to the freeway to Westmont University. Of course there is the usual traffic jam and angry drivers, but i make it to college without a scratch on my baby. I find a good parking spot, get my stuff, and go over to the usual spot where I meet my friend Jessica.

Now my friendship with Jessica is kind of unusual. We met on the first day my freshman and have been friends ever since. When i say unusual, i mean in looks. Where I am boring and have an athletic build, Jessica is small and lithe with a bad temperament of a fairy. She has a hair cut styles in boys cut with a fohawk with blue and purple dye. She has a lot of piercings on her body and some tattoos. She is basically a rebel but in disguise a girly girl at heart.

When I arrive at our spot she is already there waiting for me, jumping up and down in excitement because its the first day back and seeing me. So she comes and jumps me, almost topping me to the ground in the process. I've gotten use to doing stuff like this, so I was prepared.

"Aslin, my gawd! I've messed you so much! Where have you been. I've was so worried that wouldn't be able to see your beautiful face today." Jessica cries out in excitment.

Laughing heartily, I say, " Jessica we saw each other two days ago, don't need to be so dramatic as if we haven't hanged out all summer."

"Wahhhhh! Your no fun. I wanted to come off as a long lost lover than a long lost friend. Wouldn't that have been so romantic."

"Jessica, you are one weird girl. And since your weird can you get off of me. I don't want your weirdness to rub on me."

Jessica just starting pouting at me while crossing her arms. That just makes laugh so hard I thought I was going to cough up a lung.

"Aislin, your so mean, I'm never going to talk to ever again." She turns around, with her nose pointed in the air and heads off to class. I just shake my head, smiling after her.