Hendrix POV
Crap. Crap. Crap.
When I look over to see that my alarm clock reads 8:03, my stomach does a few summersaults reminding me of my stupid mistake. I have a class at 8:30!
Literature History.
Despite the fact that I'm still deathly tired, I jump out of bed with such ferocity that the duvet entangles itself around my ankles and sends me sprawling to the floor. I land on the carpet with a dull thud and a moan of pain. I need to get up. I need to get to class.
Getting ready in a hurry, I literally throw on whatever's on the floor. A green dress. One of my favorites. I don't really question it, I just pull it over my head as I grab my backpack and push it up and onto my shoulder.
I run into the hallway so quickly, I nearly slip and hit my head on the doorway.
Landing in the bath
