My head begins to pound and the sound of my alarm drives me crazy. I roll out of bed after hitting my snooze button a few times. Walking over to my dresser I begin to stare at the white blonde mess on my head. "Shit, did I go to sleep or fight a squirrel?" I grab my brush and start yanking at the giant knot. I finally get it to a point where it doesn't look like the aftermath of a tornado.

I walk out of my room to see a half eaten eggo waffle on a napkin sitting on our kitchen counter top. I mean, what else was I expecting? "HEY ALLY! Is this your eggo waffle?" I call to my roommate who's in her room doing god knows what.

"Yeah, forgot that was there! Can you toss it to me?" She yells from her room. Her door opens and she emerges. Her brown hair dyed at the tips to a light teal gets stuck in the door as she exits. "Ow, shit!" she exclaims as she pulls it out.

"Here you go, dumbass" I say sarcastically, while tossing the cold and soggy eggo waffle at her. "Now what the hell are you gonna do with that? You aren't seriously eating it, are you?"

"Well, duh." She says, making a stupid face.

"Fine, in that case pass me some. I have class in 10 and I have no time to eat anything else." She tosses it to me and the feeling of the soggy waffle makes me want to puke.

"Why don't you just magic yourself some breakfast?"

"Oh, I've never thought of that?" I say in a very sarcastic tone. "Maybe, because I have to make food to have food. I can't just casually summon food. It's not the eighth wonder 'The Summoning of Food' ."

We laugh and I head back to my room to get dressed. I slip on a red dress and some black lace up ankle boots.

I head out of my dorm and down to my locker. Its light blue color with a crown emblem is covered by red and black stickers. "Ok, so first up is English... it's still in the damn library? Wow, those pixies really did a number I guess." I slam my locker and walk away. English is my least favorite class, whenever Im in there I wanna pull a Juliet.

"Oh my god, Chad stop." I hear from behind me. Shit, it's Audrey and her damn meathead of a boyfriend. Of course she's wearing pink. She always wears pink.

"Oh, Stella didn't see you there. Sorry, Chad and I were just discussing our yacht trip with fairy god-"

"Whatever." I say as I roll my eyes and walk away. After that brief brush with the devil, I'm desperate for something good this morning. I make it to the library and sit down in the back row, like always. My eyes wander and begin to stare at the different books on the wall in all sorts of different covers. I sit through the most boring lecture about Shakespeare and I quote "His genius of hands and mind!" I don't quite like literature. I find the people who like it obnoxious.

I begin to drift off and think about the flying bunnies I saw on the way in and the smell of everyones blood around me. I can hear the blood moving in their veins. Rich, euphoric...

Before I continue on my daydream about drinking all the blood from my teachers neck the bell begins to ring. I pickup my bag and begin to start towards the door.

"You have a group project; your partner is on the board" Announces the teacher.

...Shit...