Hold me like you held on to life when all fears came alive and entombed me
Unlike the other girls her age that would wake up with out a killer hang over, Marilyn didn't even open her eyes as she slammed her hand down on the alarm clock. The aggressive 18 year old, still not opening her eyes, threw the covers off of her too skinny frame and placed her feet on the warm, soft, horribly stained carpet. The only time she opened her eyes was when she stepped on broken glass from one of the bottles she had been drinking from last night. Groaning in pain, she sat down on the bed which was covered in clothes (some was kicked to the floor, but most of it managed to stay on the bed), and started to pick the glass from her foot off. Her brother then walked into the room, smirking.
“This is why you should never drink the night before your first day at University, huh?” he asked. His little sister looked up at him and glared, however when his words sunk in, she jumped up again, the glass going deeper in.
“Shit! Why didn't you remind me last night?” she asked him, her eyes wide before she sat back down onto the bed, quickly taking the glass out and grabbing a bandage she always had near her before wrapping her foot in it.
“I've gotta get every one out of the house” she said, running her fingers through her hair that was unwashed.
“Dont worry, Ive already done that. Just go have a shower and get out of here, you stink” he said then turned on his heel and walked away.
“How very mature,” Mary said and rolled her eyes. However she knew it was true. She smelt of beer and cigerettes. There wouldn't be enough perfume on Earth to cover up the smell. Groaning, she knew that the clothes she was wearing just wouldn't do.
She took off the clothes while she walked to the bathroom the was added onto the bedroom as an ensuite, considering she had the Master Bedroom. She turned ont he water and got in.
Fifteen minutes later she was all dry and dressed, wringing the water out of her hair and attacking it with a blowdryer. Soon enough she was all ready, except for the make up. However she found she liked the way it looked when it was applied while she was travelling on public transport. Messy. She loved messy, which is what she did with her hair, messed it up.
Soon enough she arrived at the university, the book bag carrying what it was supposed to. Books. She was majoring in philosophy. She was planning on becoming a professer herself, nothing else sounding nearly good enough for the song writer named after an icon called Marilyn Monroe.
Groaning, she looked down at the map and rolled her eyes to find it was almost on the other side of campus, another fifteen minute walk. With the music blasting in her eyes from her expensive head phones writing had basically given her, she quickly got there in just under ten minutes at the faster pace. One minute to spare.
Looking around at the lecture hall, every one was so much closer to where the lecturer would be. That wasn't her style. Instead she moved up the back. The last seat in the very back row was available to her, and it was next to an older, and sexier man she had ever seen.
He'll do. she thought to herself, slamming the folded chair seat down and sitting down on it quickly before bringing up the desk in front of her. She got herself comfortable and started to get ready for the class.
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