"It smells of day old meetloaf."

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Vanessa's POV

I've decided that i shall not let someone I just met ruin my first day. I clime out of the bed and missed one of the beams on the latter. I fell, making a swift motion to catch myself, but miserably failing. I landed onto the ground and hurt my bum. As I stood again the pain dissolved, and I began making my bed. Easier said that done, seeing as to how my bed is elevated.

The temperature says it sunny with a slight breeze. So I change out of my dress, folding it neatly and laying it in the hamper in the lue. I change into a jean jacket, a jumper, and gray jeans.

The walk from my room to the end of campus was short. Mostly because I let my body do the walking, while thinking of college courses that could help me become an artist, or thinking of what type of job I want after college. Every once in a while my thoughts drifted into uncharted areas, as i thought about one raven haired boy. I soon came out of it, trying not to run into a post.

I find myself at a bus station, and before i know it I'm at the front of the line, and the machine in front of me gobbles up my card thin spits it back out. I find myself one of 4 on the bus. The passengers consist of me, a fairly young lady, her small son, and a tiny baby rapped in a green blanket.

The lights flicker, and it smells of day old meatloaf.

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