Phoebe knew she would need at least a gallon of coffee to wake up today. She finally snapped out of the remnants of a really weird dream to find that her alarm was going off, an had been for five minutes. Phoebe blinked and stared at it, slowly realizing that this was the real world and not the pseudo-post apocalyptic land she dreamed of. She stumbled across her room and slammed the little piston down, thus deactivating the alarm. Phoebe slapped on some pajamas and exited her room.
In this tiny, Section 8 apartment, the living room, dining room, and kitchen were all one big room dubbed "the main area." Her family chose corners of the room and seperated them out. The corner closest to Phoebe's room held the dining table, microwave stand, and a pet cactus named Charlie. To the right of that were all the kitchen and laundry appliances; dishwasher, stove oven, sink, and washer/dryer combo. Farthest away from her room and closest to her parents bedroom was the living area. It had a couch, coffee table, small tv, and her fathers gaming computer. He was currently playing one of those older D and D esque games and sipping coffee. Her mom was at the table, already in her scrubs for her pharmacy job, eating cereal. Phoebe moved to the kitchen to get her own breakfast.
"What classes do you have today?" Her mother asked. Phoebe poured her cereal and a cup of coffee.
"Intro to Biology. Chemistry." Phoebe responded. She took her coffee and cereal to the table and sat down.
"Oh, the fun day. Then tomorrow is the math day. Now I remember." She said, then yawned. Phoebe nodded. She divided her classes into seperate categories; science days and math days. She excelled in the science, but fell short in math. Her degree required calculus and physics classes, and those were tomorrow. So far she was passing with a low C in both, but a high A in Biology and a high B in Chemistry. Her teachers were confused, but sympathetic, and attempted to teach the science behind the math, so she can understand how math worked. It helped somewhat.
"Well, just remember to get as much help as you can. You know me and your dad can't help with calculus." Her mother said. Phoebe nodded again. Yeah, she knew. Neither of he parents got a degree in the science or maths. Her mothers was in Mass Communication, and her fathers in art. The tutors at school were helpful.
Ten minutes later, her mother left for work, and her father took a nap. Phoebe put on day clothes and left as well. It was two hours before her class, but the college was downtown, and the busses took an hour to get there. The time was good for studying, though.