A Turning point

She had just woken up from a bad dream she was being chased by a big dog. she wasn't afraid of dogs. She loved dogs. She got up left the bed and walked towards her mirror while looking at her face she pondered if she should take her mirror with her or not. She turned to the left and looking towards her already packed bags she let out a very heavy sigh. She looked back at the mirror, she loved the mirror it was an antique given to her by her grandmother who had long pass away. Her mother screamed her name from across the corridor. They lived in a small house, one which once contained three happy people now held two very nervous people. "Come down breakfast is ready, I put in a lot of mayonnaise in the toast" "Thanks mom you're acting so nervous" " I'm so sorry baby" Her mother gave her a kiss on her forehead. "It's okay I'm so nervous too mom" " you're gonna be great, it's gonna be a great day, you're going to love your new roommate and your classmates and your new teachers..." "Mom, calm down" She interrupted because she had seen the worry on her mother's face heard the way her mother's heart beat, felt the way her mother's fingers fidgeted, when she talked, moved,looked. She was too nervous too. As a matter of fact she was too nervous to eat but she did anyways to ease her mother's worries. She stared at the clock that hung by the kitchen it was eight o clock, she was supposed to be there by ten. She had two hours to get ready. "Mom I'm going to shower I want to get ready for school" "Go ahead sweetie" her mom smiled and gave her a reassuring nod. "let me just clear the dishes I'll be with you in a minute". " Okay mom" she left her mom and hurried towards the corridor. She stepped out of the bathroom, wet her long almost thigh length black not too curly not too straight hair dripping. She struggled to dry her hair so it won't wet her room meanwhile the spot she was standing was already turning into a waterlog. She stared at the water at her feet sighing in regret, she whispered to her self should have done this in the bathroom room. She walked to her already packed bags, the were just two in number. One containing a few shoes; one new balance, one adidas campus, a pair of ballet flats and few others. The other containing her clothes, skin care and a few makeup and hair essentials. She looked down at her box, she mostly wore trousers; jean, joggers, palazzos or simple tailored pants one that would go well with a basic top, stripped top, simple shirt or just a polo even at that she had many choices just in a few shades; black, grey, beige, brown, burgundy, neutral green and a few palette colors. After a few minutes of contemplations she settled for a light blue jean, a light pink inner wear, a light pink hoodie and a pink belt to go with her outfit. She did her hair up, put on a light makeup and moved her bags to the car.