Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, just my character
"GAARRRGHHGHG!"
As far as eloquent thoughts went, this expressed my feelings exactly - although perhaps not as articulately as I would have liked.
A glare at my backpack (that was quickly sent flying across the room) did nothing to calm me as I turned to lock the door.
I can't BELIEVE he managed to lose my stupid write up! Does he KNOW how long it took me to do that stupid thing? No, of course not! Oh I know - I'll just set some work due in in three days time when he has a night shift at the Student Union and see how HE does. Okay maybe I had a week – but I was BUSY. He still shouldn't have lost it. Now I have to go to the stupid IT suite and reprint it, the computers are NEVER free there! Plus it means exercise! Stupid Welsh valleys with the stupid campuses on different stupid sides of the stupid things which are STEEP -
A tentative knock on the door caused me to turn and glare at it.
After a moment I realised that the glare wouldn't solve anything, and that no, the door was not a 6 foot balding man that deserved to be pummelled to death. Stomping over to it, I grabbed the handle and yanked it open.
Well, I tried to; after my slightly deranged inner ramblings, I had forgotten that the door had been locked. This resulted in a rather impressive body slam where my forehead managed to have an intimate conversation with the door.
Mood improved with my wrestling impression, I unlocked the door and shot my super laser of death to the culprit behind all wrongs in the universe.
Standing in the hallway was one of my flatmates – Rachel. She was the only other female in the flat of 6 and this had sort of forced us together. Not that we wouldn't have become friends otherwise; Rachel was one of the friendliest people I had ever met and we had become pretty close. The four boys had also banded together and were currently situated in kitchen on the Xbox someone had brought down, so at the moment they were all pretty dead to the world. In our opinion, this was much better than how they usually were. The amount of MESS four boys can make in a smallish kitchen is unbelievable. We all got on with each other, but sometimes you just need the company of your own gender.
Rachel ran her hand through her (ridiculously) long black hair and stared at me with a bemused expression as I stood there rubbing my traitorous forehead.
"Do I want to know why a hurricane blew through your room and threw you to the door or will I regret it?"
Slightly bewildered, I replied, "What? I get the door bit, but -" I turned as I said this and realised that my room looked exactly as she had described. I'm not the most organised of people, so my room never looked neat or anything, but at that moment my room was an absolute mess. I must have been pacing and gesturing whilst ranting in my head, knocking some stuff to the floor. I tended to do that and was glad that my rant had at least been internal; they made me seem a bit crazed when I did it out loud. I turned back to her.
"Hey, you know I have to have easily accessible snacks!" This was in regard to the amount of crisps/sweets/chocolates scattered over the surfaces, but mostly on the floor. For some reason I find it really uncomfortable to sit in a chair for a long period of time; I much prefer to sit on the floor.
Tilting an eyebrow up at me as she surveyed what my body wasn't blocking, Rachel said, "So your books are on the floor because…?"
As soon as the word "book" was out of her mouth, I let out a gasp of horror and turned to see that most of my books had been knocked down and were now just dumped on the floor and across the shelf. Anyone who knew me knew that I loved my books with a slightly unholy passion. I liked them to be in pristine condition for as long as possible, and this meant that the ones which had been read a couple of times still looked new, with no creases in the spine or on the pages. You dog-ear one of my books and your life would be over. On the other hand, this did mean that the books that were creased and worn looking had been read to the point where I could probably quote whole chapters at you.
"Noooooooo, my babies!"
I ran to them and immediately started to inspect them and place them back into their rightful places as Rachel came into the room and sat on the bed, moving a newly bought six pack of crisps off of it and onto the floor.
"So why DID you run into the door?"
Exasperated, I said, "I didn't run into the door, it attacked me with a vengeance when I tried to open it. Plus, are you trying to imply something about my weight? And how come everything that you've said to me so far has been a question?"
"You forgot the door was locked again, didn't you?"
"ARRGHG, you're still doing it!"
"Haha whoops. Wish I could have said that that was on purpose though."
She smirked at me with a slightly evil expression as I flumped onto the bed next to her, still leaving quite a lot of stuff on the floor as I had only picked up the important stuff (the books). I took off my glasses and tucked my hair behind my ears, placing the glasses on the desk in front of me as I grabbed a conveniently placed KitKat. After offering her a piece, I took a bite and replied,
"Stupid lecturer's trying to make me do exercise."
Seeing Rachel furrow her brow in confusion, I sighed and continued.
"He lost my practical write up, so now I have to go print off another at the other campus and place it in the box."
At this, her face cleared with understanding and she smiled at me.
"Well a little exercise wouldn't do you any harm now would it? And no that was not a jab at your weight, there's nothing wrong with it."
I humphed at her and slumped against the wall, now sullenly eating the chocolate. It's not like I'm overweight or anything, I'm at average height and weight, it's just that I can't only have 3 solid meals a day; I snack throughout instead. I don't really have anything against exercise, I like to play sports and love doing outdoor activities, it's just that I am way too lazy for my own good, and taking the 20 minutes to walk up and down the steep hills to the other campus was going to be so much effort! Not to mention the walk back!
"That's easy for you to say, you have your lectures on THIS campus, you don't have to deal with the terror that is the hill of no return." I ended this with my arms flailing in the air and glared at her menacingly.
"Mhmm right, well as long as you're okay then. Don't forget that we're all off to the student union tonight." Getting up off my bed and heading to the door, she pointed back at me and said, "You ARE coming with and it WILL be fun. See you."
With that, she left my room and left me to stew on my bed in misery.
I HATED going out. Okay maybe that was a bit of a lie; I liked going out with my friends to drink and just mess about, I just didn't quite enjoy the party scene that Rachel tended to want to drag me into. Me + dancing = nopenopenopenope, plus the Student Union is on the other side of the valley (EFFORT). I also supposed that I would need to dress up. Sighing, I pulled my arse off of the bed and tried to find something decent to wear for later. If I didn't, Rachel was sure to come and try to force me into a skirt or dress. This made me shudder just thinking about it. Usually I'm a jeans, t-shirt and trainers person, maybe ¾ lengths if it's hot enough. Therefore my 'dressed up' state just consisted of skinny jeans and trainers with a nice top (insert odd looking grin here). Thusly prepared, I went into the kitchen and pizza'd myself up.