Her Present

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A buzzing noise of an alarm echoes through the room. A few seconds later, I reached my phone to turn it off. I rubbed my eyes and turned to face the ceiling. I stared at it for a while. I took a sigh before standing up and putting my long, wavy, and messy brown hair into a bun as I headed to the bathroom.

It was 7:35 a.m when I went to the kitchen dressed in a tight jeans and white t-shirt wearing white converse and loose hair.

"Good morning. ", I heard a sweet voice that made me face my roommate holding a cup of coffee.

"Morning Sasha.", I greet back, a warm smile from the black-haired girl is seen. I sit on a chair and placed my long beige coat on an empty chair next to me.

"Breakfast?", I ask. She serves me a plate. "French Toast.", she said. "Burnt", I add. "Shut up and eat your breakfast.", we both giggled. "Soooo... When's the date with Mr.Young&Handsome-Millionaire?", Sasha asks, "When will you stop being nosy?" , I replied. "This is how you repay me after making you breakfast?Im offended.", She sarcastically said. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "I don't know, maybe I should say yes when he asks me again.", I take a bite on my french toast, expecting a bitter taste.

It's not that bad.

I waved goodbye to my roommate and got outside our dorm to call a taxi. Once I got inside the car, I thought about how some things that seem bad at first aren't actually that way until you see it for yourself. A sudden heaviness was placed on my chest, which I ignored, just like what I've been doing for the past 2 years.

Minutes later, I reached my room. I'm not late for my first class, Psychology, the course I beyond regret taking.