The humming of voices in the background became molded into my dream as I drifted out of sleep. A light yellow mash background, blending with an unfamiliar face, slowly forming items from reality. As the dream imagery faded away, I realized it was the television I had previously turned on to wake my self up quicker that was making the voices.

Sticking my palms into my eye sockets to clear my eyes, I picked up my cell phone on the nightstand and opened one eye to look at the blue numbers flickering on the screen.

What!? How did it get to be six thirty already!?

I jumped up and almost toppled over, before catching my balance on the bed side. Don't want to injure myself on this day: My first day on campus. And I was already late. I was specifically supposed to get up an hour earlier to- Ugh, it was no use getting mad about it now.

The shower ran hot as I searched through a packed up cardboard box for my toiletries. Giving up and just grabbing the whole damned box, I ran to the shower in my pink pajama shorts as I shoved a cereal bar in my mouth.

As the water seeped into my long hair and I scrubbed at my arms violently, I thought about what was coming.

There would be a new schedule to follow, new people to meet, and new experiences.

Hopefully these changes didn't translate to getting lost, making enemies, and being embarrassed.

I was wrapped in a huge fluffy towel now, sitting on the toilet cover. Sighing deeply, I sucked back all my negative thoughts and grabbed my turquoise toothbrush.

Teeth brushed?

Check.

Lotion applied?

Check.

Hair brushed?

Uh… now it is.

Makeup applied?

Check.

I ran to my room in my naturally soft, wavy strawberry hair and towel, searching through another box full of clothes, knowing I was going to need something comfortable to aid me through my long day. It was:

An overly tight,

plain grey cotton,

low scoop necked,

long-sleeved,

shirt.

I tugged on skinny jeans full of purposely massive holes over some purple lace tights with some itty-bitty black boots. A purple gem hairclip to hold back my bangs on the first-day-of-the-next-few-years-of-my-life, and the look was complete.

I glanced at the clock.

7: 23.

Oh, great. That means I only have… seven minutes to get to class! Damn female needs to take an hour to get ready in the morning!

I had only just turned seventeen when I graduated from high school and went on to college. My solemn determination would have to be enough from letting my age slip, which would surely guarantee teasing from the older kids.

Well, not kids exactly anymore. More like… adolescents. Yeah, I'm sure that's the word…

The little sorority houses that were supposively "too full" for me to join, starred at my back from afar as I emerged out of the little campus house. Technically, you're supposed to have a roommate when you live near campus, but since I didn't apply until the year had started, I was currently living in solitude.

I flipped out my phone as I started jogging up the concrete stairs.

Crap. Already 7:30.

I heard a loud bell chime in the distance three times.

I was late.