Beginning: New School year
A jolt of heat sliced through my eyelids, and I shot upright in bed, scrambling to shield my eyes from the blaze of sunlight that was pouring through the gap in my curtains. The air in the room was thick and warm, already carrying the scent of summer. It felt like the sun had crept in, determined to steal away any remaining trace of sleep. I blinked, my vision blurring, and reached for the flimsy cotton curtains, pulling them closed with a sigh. The room instantly dimmed, but a sliver of golden light still peeked through, creating a hazy glow across my wall. My head pounded, and I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.
My eyes snapped open, and I fumbled for my alarm clock on the bedside table. The digital display blinked a cruel, mocking 7:55 am. My stomach lurched. Seven fifty-five?! It felt like a punch to the gut. I was late. Late for the first day of classes. The first day of the school year. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel a cold sweat breaking out on my skin. A wave of panic washed over me, fueled by the realization that my carefully planned, meticulously organized schedule was already in shambles.
Snow Lopez
Shit, I'm late!
I muttered a frustrated curse under my breath, then bolted out of bed and sprinted toward the bathroom, my feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Every second felt precious, every minute a ticking time bomb. I needed to get ready, and fast. I had to be out the door in ten minutes, maybe fifteen if I was lucky. My mind raced, desperately trying to plan my attack on the morning routine. Shower, dress, breakfast, makeup, hair... it felt impossible, but I had to try.
After the daily routine in my own bathroom. I emerged from the bathroom, feeling a little more human, a little more prepared for the day. My reflection in the mirror still looked a bit frazzled, but I had managed to wrangle my hair into a semblance of order, and my face had received a quick swipe of foundation and mascara.
When I'm already finished with my all things. I went out of my room and walked towards the living room, I grabbed my bag, a worn leather backpack stuffed with textbooks and a few crumpled notebooks.
Mom
"Snow! Come eat breakfast! You're going to be late!"
My mom’s voice echoed from the kitchen, a melody of concern and exasperation. I could almost see her shaking her head at my hurried movements.
Mom
"Don't forget to eat, sweetie!"
I paused, taking a deep breath. I knew she was right. Breakfast was crucial for fueling my brain and keeping my energy levels up, especially on a day as hectic as this. But the thought of delaying my already frantic schedule even for a few minutes sent a wave of panic through me.
I called out, hoping my voice sounded more confident than I felt. I grabbed my phone, my keys, and my jacket, and then sprinted out of the door, determined to face the first day of classes head-on, even if I was a bit behind schedule.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I sprinted down the sidewalk, the familiar route to the new university blurring past in a rush of color and motion. The morning air was crisp and cool.
Likewise, I tried to calm myself, reminding myself that I was already late, and stressing would only make things worse. I needed to focus. I needed to get there. The school was a magnificent, modern building that loomed across the street, its imposing facade an intimidating reminder of the challenges that lay ahead. It was a challenge I was ready to face, even if I was a few minutes late.
The university buzzed with activity. A sea of faces, a symphony of voices, and a kaleidoscope of colors filled the hallways, the courtyard, and even the steps leading up to the main entrance. It was the familiar chaos of the first day of school, a predictable but always captivating spectacle. Groups of friends huddled together, chattering excitedly about summer adventures and reconnecting after the break.
Freshmen nervously clutched their schedules, navigating the unfamiliar terrain of their new world. Upperclassmen swaggered confidently, their bags slung over their shoulders like badges of experience. It was a scene I'd witnessed a hundred times before, yet every time, it felt new, a vibrant reminder of the energy and potential that pulsed through this place.
As I weaved through the throng of students, my eyes scanning for the Registrar's office, a sharp buzz vibrated against my hip. It was my phone, tucked securely in the pocket of my uniform skirt. A wave of anxiety washed over me as I realized I was already running late, and now a phone call was threatening to throw me even further behind.
My fingers fumbled with the phone, desperately trying to dig it out of my pocket before the caller could hang up. I pressed the answer button.
Cassandra Peterson
Hey, Lovely! Where are u?
I breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across my face. It was my best friend, Cassandra Peterson, her bubbly voice crackling through the phone speaker.
Cassandra Peterson
Yeah, it's me! Where are you? Don't tell me you're late? Just when school starts, you're already late, what happened?
Cassandra's voice was a mix of amusement and concern. I could almost hear her rolling her eyes even through the phone.
I Winced, feeling a surge of self-consciousness.
Snow Lopez
Likewise, I know, I know! I'm so sorry!
I exclaimed, my voice dropping to a whisper.
Snow Lopez
I overslept. And then... well, things just got crazy.
She laughed, a light, tinkling sound that always made me smile.
Cassandra Peterson
Spill the tea, girl! What kind of chaos did you get caught in?
I chuckled, my anxiety easing a bit.
Snow Lopez
It's a long story. But I'll tell you all about it when I get there. I'm running towards the Registration area now, let's just talk later okay?
Cassandra Peterson
Yeah, good luck for your first day!
Snow Lopez
Thank you! You're so sweet!
Cassandra Peterson
You're welcome, honey!
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