Today, Ash awoke to the smothering effect of a meaty, black cat curled up on her face. Pushing him slowly off, she began her day. Rubbing at her eyes, she yawned and stumbled out of bed. Her room was a complete mess, clothes, homework papers, and cat toys everywhere. But her room had a personal bathroom, where her wigs covered the bottom half of her mirror.
She brushed her teeth, then ate breakfast, then got dressed, then checked her computer for any important messages. Her living room had a very roughed sofa, a small personal TV, a glowing gaming computer, and posters/drawings of various animes. Bottles of emptied alcohol lined her counter and her kitchen was equally messy. The dishes could wait, she had to leave for school.
Today's outfit was a white, button up shirt that she purchased from the local thrift store, complete with black suit pants and a grey belt that secretly had imprints of cat paws along it. With black glasses, with a bit of tape in between them, and a pocket protector with a few pens sticking out, Ash rode the bus.
Then it was note-taking, after note-taking, after note-taking. When her classes were over, she walked through the sliding door to the college's library. Her nametag, on the opposite side of her pocket, read "Miss Ash". She took up her seat behind the help desk counter and browsed the internet between assisting others. News, messages, posts, quizzes, local wine prices..
She brushed her teeth, then ate breakfast, then got dressed, then checked her computer for any important messages. Her living room had a very roughed sofa, a small personal TV, a glowing gaming computer, and posters/drawings of various animes. Bottles of emptied alcohol lined her counter and her kitchen was equally messy. The dishes could wait, she had to leave for school.
Today's outfit was a white, button up shirt that she purchased from the local thrift store, complete with black suit pants and a grey belt that secretly had imprints of cat paws along it. With black glasses, with a bit of tape in between them, and a pocket protector with a few pens sticking out, Ash rode the bus.
Then it was note-taking, after note-taking, after note-taking. When her classes were over, she walked through the sliding door to the college's library. Her nametag, on the opposite side of her pocket, read "Miss Ash". She took up her seat behind the help desk counter and browsed the internet between assisting others. News, messages, posts, quizzes, local wine prices..
