A/N: Hi all! This is my first crack at this, so if you could, let me know what you like and what you think! If this is something you'd like to read more of, let me know!

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Chapter One.

I woke up by myself this morning. I wasn't shaken by my alarm clock. I didn't jolt out of bed with nature's urges. There was no one next to me poking my side asking me to make breakfast. This was happening all too often. 5:47. I have woken up exactly 13 minutes before my alarm clock is set to go off every day for the past two weeks.

Frustrated at my circadian rhythm, I turned off the alarm that was now 11 minutes away from going off. Now's as good a time as any to wake up I suppose.

The bedroom floor was cold. I felt for my slippers with my feet while reaching for my glasses on the night stand. I found my black plastic glasses and slid them on to see why my feet were failing so miserably at slipping my slippers on.

I then found my left slipper was on my right foot, and that the right slipper was halfway under the bed, backwards. 5:52 laziness made me try to get the shoes on with only my feet. 5:53 reality made me bend over and put the shoes on the right foot.

Closing my eyes and letting out a sigh, I stood up from my bed. I immediately turned around and started to fix the mess I had left throughout my slumber. The sun was slowly starting to creep over the hills in my window, and I figured that this was as good a time as any to make myself some morning tea. I finished folding the comforter and placed the duvet at the end of the bed and then headed for the door of my bedroom.

It opened out into the hallway of my one bedroom apartment. It was small, but it would do. I was nearing the end of my second semester of my third year at university, so I figured I would only have to stay there for another year or so.

Mocha, my black cat, mewed at the sight of me. He sat perched atop my couch, bathing in the little sunlight that was beginning to peek through the curtains. Mocha expected food, so when I got to kitchen, I reached for the plastic bin that held his food atop the fridge. He heard the small bits shaking in the clear container and quickly glided over to the kitchen.

He walked slowly behind my bare calves, tickling my calves with his whiskers and tail. Mocha started to mew faster as I bent over to pick up his bowl. I placed the bowl on the counter and began to fill it with the Meow Mix. I closed the bin and put it back in its place on the fridge. Opening up the cabinet next to the fridge, I grabbed the heartworm medicine that the vet had prescribed for Mocha. I broke off a capsule and put it on the top of his breakfast. I returned the bowl to its regular place and placed my hand on Mocha's head, letting him rub the sides of his face against my knuckles. Mocha slid through my cupped hand and arched his back and tail then went for his food.

My love for Mocha was a little excessive at times, but he's the only family that I had within a 2000 mile radius. I was the only child of a family that was viewed as "New England Royalty." As respectfully as I could, I sat my parents down and told them that the life of a "Connecticut Playboy" was not the life I wanted. With much protest, they agreed to let me go to a non-Ivy League, southern school, and I ended up in Austin, Texas.

I reached for the tea kettle on the stove with one hand and reached for the knob in the other. The water slowly filled up my little pink kettle that my best friend had bought me before leaving for Austin. I popped the top on and let it begin boiling on the stove.

I left the kitchen to return to my bedroom to grab my phone that was charging on the night stand. I unplugged it from the cord, and unlocked it. I began to check the different notifications that I had gotten throughout the night while attempting to not run into any walls or doors on my way back to the kitchen.

After making it back to the tile floor of the kitchen, and checking the 14 emails I had gotten from 11:30 last night to 5:57 this morning, I leaned up against the countertop of my kitchen. By the time I finished looking at who retweeted me and liked my status, my kettle was whistling. I put my phone on the counter behind me and grabbed my white mug by the sink. This again was a gift from friends back home. It was my favorite mug. Tall and white with a big pink "B." I poured the boiling liquid into the mug and grabbed a tea bag from my jar by the stove. As the tea was steeping, I pulled open the cabinet and reached for a spoon and poured five spoonfuls of sugar into the warm beverage.

I stirred the tea, grabbed my phone from the counter, and headed towards my back door. Despite my parents calling the entire state of Texas "a backwards red state" they still supported me. My mother had personally chosen this apartment for me, and, as long as she paid the rent, I couldn't complain. It really was a nice place. Wood floor, granite in the kitchen and bathroom, stainless steel appliances, all high end things that my mother insisted I had in this "hell hole."

My favorite part of the apartment was its views. Outside my bedroom window, I could see the Texas Hill Country. From my balcony, I had views of the capital building. It was nice to see Austin wake up every morning from my back porch.

The rest of my notifications came from text messages from friends and classmates. I responded to each with my usual chipper nature, if only for the purpose of waking them up at 6:01. I sipped my tea and looked out over the city. I saw my school which prompted the thought process of what my schedule looked like for that day. After finishing my tea, I would go back to my room and pick out my clothes for that day. Then I'd change into my workout clothes and go to the gym on the first floor of the apartment complex. Once I felt close enough to death by cardio, I'd come back here and shower and change into my normal clothes, put my contacts in, brush my teeth. Then I'd pack everything up, grab a bagel and go to class at 9. After the hour and a half class, I was free until work at 3.

"Damn. Work today." I said to no one in particular.

I swallowed the last little bit of tea in my mug and left the balcony. I put the cup in the sink to be washed later, and went to my bedroom.

"I guess this is where my day starts." I thought to myself.