8am's were the worst, the bane of Sharpe's complicated existance.
Kelly Williamson stumbled out of bed as her alarm clock went off. She sighed as she got dressed and cursed as she looked at the time. Her room mate, looked as though she'd already been up for quite some time. She now sat on her bed with a plastic hot air gun pointed at her long, flowing red locks. What seemed to irritate Kelly most about her was that there seemed to be this glow to her pale skin. Kelly had to work at being that pale, and most of the time it didn't work out all that well for her, but her room mate seemed to have it naturally.
Kelly grabbed her bag and shoved her books in it before grabbing her ipod and blaring "Three Days Grace" into her ears as she walked down the hallway of her new college. The halls were crowded for 7:42 on a Monday morning, but then again people would need to be finding the rooms their 8am's were in. Kelly hated 8am's, especially a history class. BORING! That would be the last time Kelly would let her mother pick her schederal for her.
As Kelly walked, she bumped shoulders with a slightly Asian looking young woman with dark hair. Kelly shook her head as she walked back, 'Fuckin' Bitch.' Kelly thought harshly as she walked down the hall to the soda machine. She dropped in a few coins and pressed the button only to have the machine blink "Sold out" at her.
"What the fuck!?" She snaped, louder than she'd planned, "It's fucking seven something in the morning, you faggots can't be drinking that much coke this fucking early." She pushed the return button and the coins fell out. She shook her head grabbing them as she stormed down the hall, past both the dark haired girl, as well as her prissy room mate. Today was going to be a great day... not.