~~~Narrator POV~~~
The barely-risen sun glowed through the open window. It accented the blue walls, defining the bookcase and casting a gentle shadow on the many objects scattered in the room. Alison sat hunched over in her desk chair, her laptop open and papers sprawled all over. Delphine, Alison's French roommate, walked in the room, fully adorned in a curve-hugging red dress and a black scarf. She saw Alison and laughed, rolling her eyes. The French blonde turned on the coffee pot, running manicured hands through her hair.
Delphine sauntered over to Alison, who was drooling all over her German assignment. Gently nudging Alison awake, Delphine said, "You've got to get out of this apartment, Ali. You have no life."
~~~Alison's POV~~~
"No, I'm goo-" I yawned, "Good." I rubbed the sleep from my chocolatey eyes. I looked at my watch. Seven fifteen.
"Coffee?" Delphine asks, pouring herself a cup.
"Keep it warm. I'm gonna take a shower before Psychology class." I stood up and stretched.
"You start a new class today, oui?" Delphine asked, sipping her coffee.
"Mhm. You got a new class too, yeah?"
"Merde. I forgot!" Delphine gasped. "I have to be at Mrs. Bailey's in..." The blonde glanced at the clock. "Fifteen minutes?! Bye!" The French woman rushed out the door, grabbing her bag.
"Delphine..." I laughed. I grabbed a towel and took a shower. Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, I patted my hair dry. I chose a simple black blazer with a white tank top underneath to wear. Adding jeans and a gray scarf, I looked in the mirror. I hummed in approval, letting my wet hair fall in curled ringlets around my face. I brushed my bangs with my hand, and with one final glimpse in the mirror, I grabbed my cup of coffee from the kitchen. Retrieving my bag and all the supplies I needed for class, I left the apartment.
I walked the fifteen minutes to my Psychology class. It wasn't too chilly, but chilly enough for a scarf. I had a new Professor for this class. Mrs. Johnson? That sounds right.
Hopefully Aynsley Norris wasn't in Psychology with me. Aynsley and I were best friends, but they got in a huge fight when I came out as a Panromantic Lesbian. Aynsley acted like I would fuck anything that moved, which was not what Panromantic meant. Aynsley wouldn't even let me explain. That bitch. If she would've taken two minutes to look up what it meant, we might not hate each other now. Aynsley refused to talk to me, and hadn't, all the way from eleventh grade to now. We haven't spoken in over four years, but still ended up going to the same college.
I shook the angry thoughts out of my head and entered the Psychology building. Normally, I would have sat in the front, but there sat Aynsley Norris and her group of bitches. I grumbled and chose a seat near the back, close to the door. I took out my binder of paper and a pen, setting it on my desk. I took a drink of my coffee, sighing contentedly at the wonderfully familiar taste. As everyone finally arrived and took a seat, the teacher started class.
"Welcome to Psychology Class!" The teacher, a woman with blonde graying hair said. She wasn't quite old, but not young, either. She looked kind and had smile lines. "My name is Mrs. Johnson. I hope you all took this class because you wanted to learn, not just for a grade..."
As Mrs. Johnson kept talking, the door creaked open quietly. A girl dressed in a dark leather jacket and jeans snuck in. Of course, she chose the seat next to me. She was actually quite pretty. She had stunning brown eyes and chocolate hair, like me.
"What'd I miss?" She asked me, like I was responsible for her lateness. She had an accent. British, I think.
"Nothing, so far." I bit back a rude remark about how it wasn't my fault she was late. "Just that her name is Mrs. Johnson."
Class dragged on, with Mrs. Johnson telling us about what to expect and that we'll start everything tomorrow. She released us, and students began to file out. British girl stood and stretched, letting out a loud moan. I rolled my eyes and put my stuff up. I slung my bag over my shoulder.
"Oh, thanks for the help, angel face." She turned to me and winked. "See you tomorrow, yeah?"
I blushed angrily and said through my teeth, "Sure."
I pushed through the crowd, making my way outside. As I walked to the little café next to campus, I let out a long sigh. This was going to be a looong year.