I woke up to the sound of the alarm going off. The obnoxious sound of urgent sirens wormed into my ears until it finally convinced me to get up and press the "off" button.

The floor of my studio apartment creeked under me as I walked. It wasn't that I was hefty, but that the apartment was made of poorly chosen matierials. 

I reached the alarm clock, about five feet away from my bed. I slammed my pointer on the off button, turning it off. The alarm clock was on a wooden table. The table was small and circular. It had barely any room, but it snugly fit both the alarm clock.. and a picture of Mara Jane. 

MJ, as she liked to be called was my best friend. My only friend. Well, at least after everyone else left me. She was the only person I trusted other than myself. And of course, knowing my luck, she died.

It was a car crash, May 14th, only ten days before my birthday. I blamed her younger sister, Iva. She had just turned 16. She had never driven a car in her life. But of course, MJ's kind and gullible nature influenced her decision to let Iva drive.

 Iva drove straight into and iron poll on the side of the road that day. She survived. But I never saw MJ again.

I sighed, wiped the dust off of the picture, and walked away. I wasn't fully awake yet, no. Not at all.

I opened the first of the three drawers on my bedside table. I pulled out the "base" as I call it. The underwear. After that, I went to the second drawer. I grabbed an almost solid, gray tanktop. I say al out becuase it had golden words written across the front.

Words I never really understood. "Under Me" It was the last memory I'd had with MJ. An early birthday present. I asked her what it meant, but she just winked at me and changed the subject.

I sighed again, being frustrated with myself. I needed to stop inking about her every other minute  every day.

I went down to the last drawer, grabbing my favorite pair or warn down jean shorts. They had a roll up at the end. It was part of the design. I don't remember when I got it. Probably while shopping.

I threw the clothes on my bed. I wanted to have breakfast first so that if I spilt anything, i didn't do it on my outfit. I decided I wasn't very hungry. I had a small bowl of raspberries, and a cup of coffee. I liked my coffee with about three table spoons of milk and two tea spoons of sugar.

I drank my coffee and ate my raspberries. It was alright. Afterwards, I "made" my bed. To me, that's just lazily putting the blanket back on my mattress. 

I went to the closet next to the door. I keep things like sunscreen, towels, and coats in here. I grabbed my dad's old letterman jacket. I liked it. It was mostly olive green with golden trim. I'd never gotten a letterman jacket, I'd never been part of a serority. 

I slipped on my black converse sneakers and grabbed my purse. It was a black faux leather camera bag with a strap. It had a little golden lock on the front. Inside, it had my wallet, camera, car charger, mace, and ear buds.

I grabbed my keys and slipped them in my purse. My keys were on a basic keychain with an amethyst geode attatched. I slipped my cell phone in my pocket.

I grabbed my backpack. It was a small and made of faux black leather. I slipped it on my back.

I opened the door, stepping out and locking it behind me. 

I sighed, getting ready for another day at my university. The university of RozuGami. 

Authors Note:

I've been working on this story... forever... and it was so hard to keep secret. God. Anyway, haha I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I'm gonna update.. probably every other day but not on weekends. See you later! Bye! 

-PullTheTrigger