Through the point of view of Beatrix
My first official day of school starts with me being awoken to a particularly loud alarm clock. I shoot up out of bed alarmed, and rub my eyes to adjust to the dark settings of my room.
The room in general wasn't too shabby.
It had a decent kitchen, and enough space for a couch and a small tv in the living room. The bedroom was spacey, and my bed itself was even bigger.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I slam my fist down onto the alarm clock quite hard and the incessant beeping sound shut off with a loud thump!
Thankful for the newly acquired peace, I slowly get out of bed with a yawn. I brush my teeth and wash my face before I decide to head for my closet and pick out what to wear.
The weather here in California is a nice contrast to how rainy it used to be in Seattle, so it's a bit of relief that I packed so many summer clothes.
After some contemplation I decide on a nice pair of jeans I thrifted before leaving, and a simple pink crop top. I hold the outfit up to my body and look at my reflection in the mirror.
I didn't know how I'd feel exposing so much skin, and it might be cold in the classrooms .. so I'll take a jean jacket with me .. just in case.
With my outfit planned out, I take off my scarf and put my braids up into a bun. It's messy at best, but I'm already heading into the shower and washing up to get ready.
When I'm out, I dry off as quickly as possible and put some of my favorite smelling lotion on. I lather it up and down my legs, my arms, and even my neck.
I get dressed rather quickly and but do my makeup carefully. I mess up a little bit on my eyeliner, but I'm able to fix it before I have to make myself something to eat.
As I continue getting ready, I'm ever thankful to myself for having done my hair before I moved here, so that I wouldn't be up all hours of the night and morning figuring out what to do with my kinky dark hair. Putting it in braids had saved me so much more time.
After eating some buttered toast for breakfast, I pack all of my materials up into my backpack.
"Where's my damn schedule? God.." I search around the room frantically for the schedule given to me yesterday.
After a few minutes of searching, I find it with pile of papers one of my empty drawers. I stuff the paper in my bag and sling my backpack around my shoulder.
I lock my dorm room, and with that I step out in the hallway to see it full of students. Some of them are running, others are walking slowly and conversing with their friends.
In a way, it feels overwhelming .. like I'm being served up hot and ready on a shining silver platter.
Slowly, I walk out into walk way, and head the way to my homeroom. The hallway is loud, and it's full of everyone talking at once. I can barely hear my own thoughts with how chaotic it is.
I tell myself to simply focus, and decide to actually try to remember where I'm supposed to be going.
My schedule says that homeroom is held in Room 126 A, so that shouldn't be so hard to find.
I stop and examine the room nearest to me.
A 130
I keep walking with the crowd and examine each room number as I pass it. It's to my left, so I maneuver through the crowd and open the door to my homeroom.
The air in the room is much cooler and I also notice that I'm the first one here. There's a silver lining in it though, I end up getting my pick of the seats and I have a valid excuse.
The seat I pick is closest to the window, has a pretty decent view of the football field. It's mostly empty now since everyone is in their classes, I'm assuming.
Once I settle into my seat, I take my backpack off and put it on the floor. The door creaks open slowly, and I watch as students begin to file into the classroom.
I start taking my things out once I hear the bell ring, and watch as the teacher comes in. He greets the class before sitting down.
After a couple more students file into the classroom he begins by telling us what books we'll be reading this semester.
I'm not really worried, because I've always been pretty proficient in my English classes before but .. it is college. And a private one at that.
The rest of the class goes smoothly right up until the bell dismisses us. I collect my things quickly and move out into the hallway, beginning to search for my next class.