The alarm rang at 1:30pm, slicing through the silence.
My eyes flew open. “What!” I grabbed my phone, blinking against the screen.
I thought I'd set it for one
“s**t!” The word slipped out, half-groan, half-panic
I shot upright, blanket tangling around my legs as I scrambled out of bed. My heart
pounded like it was trying to makeup for the minutes i'd lost.
First day of class, and I'm already late. Perfect.
A notification blinked across my screen:
Psychology 2:00p.m, West Hall, Block C, Room 4A
There was no time to think, only to move — hair messy, mind foggy. I yanked open the closet, and reached for the first thing I saw: a long sleeved white top, blue jeans, and white sneakers.
I tugged the top over my head, fingers fumbling with the hem. The mirror caught me as I shoved
