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The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
you're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
The dawn was just breaking over the city of Boston when Andrea awoke with a violent jolt. When she felt the bed beneath her, she cautiously opened her eyes, fearing where she was lying at the moment. Then, the night before's memories flooded into her mind, giving her a slight migraine. Once she opened her eyes fully, her vision blurred a bit before returning to its original setting. She sat up fully, leaning against the head board, and looked around, searching for a lamp of some sort. Yawning, she reached up and stretched her arms, before leaning over and flipping on the lamp on the bedside table.
"Where am I?" She asked, looking around the room. She could already tell that this was not her room. The walls were painted a very light, pastel green and the carpet was a pleasant shade of beige. It wasn't her style, but she figured they could've done worse, like paint the walls an annoying bright yellow. She shivered at the thought and swung her legs out from under the covers and onto the side of the bed. It was not until then did she realize how terribly sore her legs were. Holding back a cry of pain, Andrea looked at her legs. She cocked one leg up and massaged it gently with one hand, wincing slightly. She looked around the room again and asked," Where am I?"
The only other furniture was a wooden vanity that was propped against the wall opposite to the bed. The room was dimly lit up by a window on a wall to the left of her bed. With a cock of her eyebrow, she realized a note laying on the vanity. Swiftly, Andrea jumped out of her bed, ignoring the protest of pain in her muscles, and strode over to the vanity. Admiring the woodwork of the vanity, she ran one of her hands over the wood, acknowledging the smooth, polished feel of the wood. Then she came to the note.
With her hand, she picked up the bit of paper and read it.
'Andrea,
Right now, you're probably wondering where you are. Well, for starters, you're still in Boston, and even deeper, you're in Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning. If you want, you can go ahead and take a shower, but at noon, go to the physics classroom and talk to the professor. Since its Saturday, there should be no classes in the room.'
Andrea stared at the letter and re-read it a couple more times, analyzing the info. She turned around, looking for a clock. On the oak bedside table, there was a small digital alarm clock, probably set for 12:00. As she glanced upon it, it read 6:34 before swiftly changing to 6:35. Placing the note back onto the vanity, she walked back to her bed and sprawled out on top of the covers. She raised her head slightly and noticed another door she hadn't seen before.
"Hmm," She said, standing up and walking over to the door, placing her hand on the knob. Once she opened it, she came to face a long corridor with multiple doors on each wall. At first, she was a little surprised at the massive amount of room but then she figured that it was an institute and there would probably be many more rooms to come. Down the hallway, she could a staircase leading down. Very quietly, she could hear two people coming up the stairs. She shut the door very quietly, backing into her room.
She turned back to her bed and gave a short sigh, examining the mess of blankets on the floor, before making the bed. She never had been a clean person, but she figured she'd show some courtesy to them, whoever they were for letting her stay the night. Halfway through making the bed her arms became physically exhausted. Taking a deep breath, she sat on the bed and stared at the remaining blankets that lay before her in bundle.
"How many covers are on this thing?"
Well, in total, there were 7 blankets, and that task took at least a half an hour to complete. She kept mixing up the blankets and what order they were meant to be laid in. Sighing once again, she laid down onto the queen-sized bed, covering it with her limbs. Lazily, she ran a hand through her matted bangs that were plastered against her forehead and her expression turned into one of disgust, as she pulled it away, staring at it.
"I desperately need to take a shower," She complained to herself, burying her face into a fancy, laced pillow. With a soft grunt, she lifted her head and stared at the other door in the room. All she wanted to do was lay there until noon and let her muscles relax, but then she figured that a nice hot shower would loosen them up. Andrea pushed herself up from her bed and stretched out her arms and legs once again, before walking over to the door and placing one hand onto the doorknob. As she turned the knob, it gave a long groan of protest and she winced slightly, hoping no one heard it.
A look of utter amazement plastered her face as she opened the door. She figured it was one of the most beautifully decorated bathrooms she'd ever seen. There were two sinks that were a traditional white with a stainless steel faucet and knobs. The sinks were set on a marble countertop that was built into the cream-colored walls. Above them was an over head mirror, clear of any signs of dirt or dust. On each wall next to the sink, were two doors that led to towels and washcloths that were a plain white. A shower that held glass sliding doors was positioned in the center of the opposite walls.
Before Andrea could do anything, she noticed a door directly across from where she was standing. In a fit of curiosity, she calmly strolled towards the door and opened the door, free of any noise. Once she opened the door, she came to face another room. From what Andrea could make out, the room was fairly clean, there were a couple of clothes here and there but otherwise it was fine. Squinting through the darkness, she could see that the room had the same amount of furniture, except for instead of a vanity, there was a dresser. Losing interest, Andrea began to close the door before a groggy voice stopped her," Andrea, vhat are you doing?"
Andrea's body stiffened and she looked to the bed and noticed its occupant.
"Kurt?" She barely managed to choke out. His yellow eyes gazed at her with an empty stare. To Andrea, it seemed like he'd just woken up.
"Is this your room?" She asked. In her mind, she scolded herself for such a stupid question. Why else would he be in here?
He nodded his head slightly and murmured," Close the door," before drifting off to sleep. Andrea looked down and closed the door.
'That was…erm… odd,' she silently thought,' so we share a bathroom? Well, it explains the two sinks.'
She opened the door closest to her room's door and grabbed a towel and washcloth. Then as quietly as she could, she slid open the glass door and shed her clothes. Stepping into the shower, she noticed the different array of shampoos on a stainless steel rack. The first three shampoos were for men and the remaining six was for women.
'Man, this Xavier guy must've been preparing for my visit for a while.' She thought as she looked upon the arrangement of hair products, ranging from Tresemme to Herbal Essences. She turned the knob labeled 'Hot' and preceded to take a shower, washing every crevice and spot of her body.
As she came out, she wrapped a towel around her body and looked at the countertop. Laid amongst one side was multiple beauty products, including deodorant, a toothbrush, toothpaste etc., etc. Grabbing a hairbrush, she brusquely brushed through her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail with a baby blue hair band that was lying amongst the products.
Once she got back into her room, she realized it was only 8:30. Swiftly, she walked over to her bed and sat on the side, turning on the radio searching for a good station that was void of any Christmas music. Flipping to one, she heard symphony music, to another she heard, "Before He Cheats." She considered just forgetting the radio until she heard the song," Low." Laughing, she took her hand off of the radio and attempted to do the dance routine her two best friends, Kate and Jerry, had taught her. This, of course, only resulted in her lying in a heap on the floor laughing. Of course this went on for the next couple of hours or so, her hearing songs and attempting multiple dance routines, ending with her falling onto the floor.
Once she was on the side of her bed opposite to the radio, facing the window, she took a break.
'That shower sure did help!' It was only until then did she realize that was the first time she had truly had a good laugh since her parent's death. Silently, she sat there, leaning against the bed, listening to the radio's songs and infomercials. Then, she began to feel a bit awkward as the song "Touch my Body" came on. Jumping up, she crawled across the bed and turned off the radio. Glancing upon the clock, it was 11:00.
For the next hour, Andrea fell into a light slumber that abruptly disturbed by a sudden repetitive, monotonous beeping. Startled, Andrea fell out of the bed, flailing her arms wildly in the air. She raised a fist and beat the radio until she felt content again. Setting the radio back onto the stand, she stood once again and stretched her arms until she decided it was time to go meet the Professor.
A/N: Okay, a day late. But it was long! Well, for me it was. I don't know about you…Unless you review! Please? How long do you want these chapters to be? I just guess 1,500 words or more.
