ZayZe .College of the Undead. Wolfie
Natalie Mason felt the panic raising in her, the sweat on her palms growing heavier, her heart beat increasing, her breathing coming out heavier. She could do this, she could do this. She took a deep breath and slowly, she pressed the lead of her pencil to the paper and began her short-answer to the last question on a surprise test in her English course that relied for half her grade in this class. With a deep breath, she finished and set her pencil down, grabbing up the evil test and standing on jelly-like legs. She walked forward to the teacher's desk, squeezing the test tightly. She couldn't afford to fail this test, if she failed this test, she failed the class. She slowly set the test on the desk, one of the last students to do so, the teacher glancing up at her. She forced a nervous smile before turning and stiffly walking back to her desk. She sat down, relaxing only the slightest. If she failed, she's doomed... in her head. She was making a bigger fuss out of it than what it was but Natalie always did that. She always blew things out of the water and made a mountain out of a mole hill. She slumped in her seat a little as the teacher called for the rest of the tests. After a few minutes of sitting in a tense silence, the teacher glanced at the clock on the wall and announced the end of class. Natalie let her head fall none too gracefully down onto the desk, her forehead stinging from the sudden slam.
"Gosh, Nat, calm down." a amused voice came from beside her, tapping on the back of her head. She swatted the hand away, looking up and glaring slightly at her best guy friend, Levi. "Are you not freaking out?!" she asked, standing up. Levi laughed, shaking his head. "No. It's just a number." he said. "Just a number, he says," Natalie deadpanned as they leave the classroom, "Just a number that counts for half of our grade, she says." she shot a glare his way as they walked down the hallway. Not many students were out in the hallway, considering some classes were still going on. College schedules could be so confusing. Levi laughed again at her. "Do you want to go get lunch or something?" he asked. It was nearly noon and they had their hour break between two classes, allowing for lunch. "Starbucks?" Natalie said hopefully. She could use some caffeine to calm her nerves down. Levi nodded, leading her towards the large lunch room in their college. Recently, their college got a Starbucks put into the lunch room, for the money they knew it would bring in. It seemed they forgot the health of their students but nobody was going to complain; everybody loved Starbucks. Well, expect for the health nuts, but nobody pays attention to them anyway.
"Yes, Starbucks." Levi said as they entered the room. Natalie loved her college. It was very modern and well put together, the lunch room large with round, white tables and matching chairs. They always sold various foods, giving Natalie something different everyday, and the food was actually decent. Which was surprising, usually school food was horrible. She walked up to the Starbucks counter, smiling at the girl behind it. "Hey Nat!" the black-haired girl said excitedly, her hair hidden under the Starbucks hat atop her head. "Hey Cassie!" Natalie returned the excited tone almost sarcastically. She was not excited, not with that English test weighing heavily on her mind. Usually, they allowed students to work in the Starbucks. Part-time, naturally, because they had classes, but it was easier than searching for actual employees. "Nat's having a heart attack about that test in Mr. Baxter's class." Levi chuckled. Natalie shot him an annoyed look while Cassie groaned. "I have that tomorrow." she grumbled, shaking her head. "I feel for you, man." Natalie muttered, gazing around the lunch room, to see if she saw anyone else she knew. Natalie knew a good amount of people, being such a socialist, but she always forgot their class schedule and when they had lunch and such.