Airiel jumps up in a cold sweat, her heart beating hard against her chest in fear. Hyperventilating, she looks around to see that she is in her semi-dark cottage dorm room on campus grounds, in which she calms down. The sunlight from the sunset peeks through her window. Sighing, she Feeling the side of her face, she snatches a sheet of paper from her cheek, and looks at it. Damn, the mythology report that’s due in a week. Airiel thought slamming the paper down in aggravation and rubs her temples. She’s so swamped with reports and projects from each class that she sometime felt like going insane was her best bet or felt as though she is going to have a brain melt down from the overload of being a college junior. A soft pitter patter of footsteps causes her to flinch but upon seeing that it is her dorm mate and best friend, she relaxes. “Hey, Trisa.”1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJxce7cVLnG
Trisa looks up from her cell phone and smiles, “Hey.” She then frowns, “Up all night again?”1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtwjvBzTVWt
Airiel looks around realizing that she is at her desk that is adjacent to her queen sized bed. Trisa laughs at the on Airiel’s face, then grabs the pen from Airiel’s other cheek. Airiel flinches again and look at the pen, sighing. Trisa puts the pen on the desk, “We do have beds, you know.” Trisa points out.1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJyGj1d3pFG
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Airiel sighs and rubs her face. “Duh.” She makes this goofy face that causes Trisa to laugh. Then Airiel’s tone turns serious. “I am just so swamped with all these papers that’s due, projects, extra credit work to try and make my grades stay up. Hell, once my math turned into a C, I gave up on trying for Valedictorian.”1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlkhpoVnVp5
Trisa hums in thought, pocketing her cell phone even though it starts to vibrate sporadically. Trisa then says, “You need time off.”1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ801urOGbwx
Airiel mimics, “Time off?”1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEgHwQgwRa3
Trisa has always been the party animal but she always kept her grades up unlike majority of the partyers; who just didn’t care about how much of their parents’ money they were wasting. “You need to relax. I, Quake, Katana, Poine, and Zakaryne are going to that poetry spot called Midnight Honor. You should come with.”1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4lwh12zs66
Airiel looks at the stacks of paperwork on her desk that are in such an unorganized and scattered mess, much like her brain. Then into the violet eyes of her best friend, “Alright, I will go.” Also, she knew that Zakaryne would be there as well.1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB0HH465H0t
Trisa cheers and claps while doing small jumps. “Yay. Okay…” She ambles to Airiel’s closet, “wear something cute but not slutty.” She looks through Airiel’s closet that is full of nothing but jeans and t-shirts along with high top and low top sneakers of all colors. Rarely, there was a dress in Airiel’s closet, if there was it was in the very back of her closet. Unlike, Trisa’s closet which is full of designer dresses, heels, skirts, and very expensive shirts.1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡokDzpPL8VE
Airiel swivels her desk chair around to see Trisa trying to find something cute for her to wear to this poetry spot. Airiel gets up and passes by a full length mirror, she stops half way then doubles back to the mirror, and stares at herself. Under her amazing round orange eyes that are like pools of flames are dark circles; lack of sleep. Her silky straight auburn chest length hair is an uncombed mess; sleeping on her desk. Her nut brown complexion is a shade darker from outside for gym class. She is short with a huge bust, small waist, and thick hips. She has been losing weight dramatically from stress and lack of nutrition.1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7KKAH4niJq
Trisa turns to Airiel; holding up a Mulberry silk, short, rose colored dress with a corset waist. Along with black jeweled sandals. Trisa knew that the dress is Airiel’s favorite, because Trisa’s mother had bought it for her on her birthday last year. Airiel looks at the dress in the mirror, then turns to Trisa. “Alright.”1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaNM5BPEDoI
Trisa squeals and lays the dress on the bed and the sandals on the floor to hug Airiel. Airiel returns the hug. Trisa goes into this excited squeal, “This is going to be so much fun.”1004Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnoMJLiTgH8
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