There's a bomb going off. Wait it's not a bomb it's my stupid alarm clock. I lazily reach over to shut up the noise it's making. After failing three times, I sit up and press the button. Why is my vision so blurry? I lean over to try and make out the numbers on the clock. I concentrate hard and the numbers 8:17 appear. I fall back on the bed and close my eyes.

I am suffering from the worst headache mankind has ever had. My skull feels like someone is smashing it with a very large hammer over and over again. I have never experienced anything like this before. Wait, why do I have a headache this bad in the first place?

I try to remember what happened last night, but thinking is just too much right now. I throw the covers away from me and place my feet on the ground to stand up. Or at least try to anyway. As I slowly rise I start to feel dizzy, the room spinning in small slow circles. And then the waves of nausea wash over me.

I almost don't make it to the bathroom in time, but once I get there I immediately start vomiting. Once it's over I sit back on the blue rug, feeling a little better. As I try to relax a few memories resurface.

Trish begging me to go to a party with her, me in a tight purple dress ( which is what I'm wearing at the moment), Trish, Cassidy and I dancing with some guys and the last memory is of Cassidy and Trish bringing me to my dorm. I think I can fill in the blanks.

Trish took me to a party, which was hosted by one of her more crazy friends. We got wasted ( I have no idea how she got me to do that since I had never been drinking before and we are both two years under the legal drinking age) and I danced and had a good time without a care in the world. Now I'm paying the price with this awful hangover. That clears everything up.

I walk over to the sink and splash cold water on my face then brush my teeth to get the horrible taste out of my mouth. I open the cabinet, rummaging for some medicine and thankfully find some Advil. Then I stumble back into my room.

My dorm isn't that big. If someone opened the door they could see my bed from where they stand. Off to the side there's a small bathroom. Then to the right there is a small wall separating my "bedroom" from a very small kitchen. I know it's not much but this year I wanted a dorm I didn't have to share with a roommate and this was the cheapest place they had.

I slowly change into some skimpy jeans and a purple shirt that Trish bought for me when we went to that concert.

Walking into the kitchen I hear thunder and get a small panic attack. What day is it? Do I have a class I should be at? Will I have to walk in the rain? I make a mess of my room trying to find my phone. I throw around some dirty clothes (I'm really behind on laundry), toss some textbooks, look in every drawer and finally I find it hiding inside my junk drawer. I slowly open it and… it's Saturday! I let out a deep breath. I'm so lucky I don't have class today. My head is still killing me despite the pills I took; I could not even imagine having to sit through four long classes, having to answer questions and then tutor a group of people with a headache this bad.

I walk back into the kitchen to make myself a pot of coffee, when there is a knock at the door. Who could be out in weather like this? Drying my hands on my jeans I walk over to the doorway and open the door.

Hey everybody! So this I my new story! It's going to be a 3-shot or a 4-shot I'm still not sure. Anyway I hope you liked this first chapter and please review.