13. College

Looking in the mirror, it tells me I had definitely been crying way too much during the weekend. My eyes still look puffed and underlined. So, I decide to use some concealer and a light make up to cover it up a bit. Fuck I am not going while looking like some sort of zombie, on my first day at college.

While pouring myself some coffee and putting some scones into the oven, Emily enters the kitchen.

"Fuck, you are wearing make up?", she exclaims baffled.

"Oh, this girl has her eyes already open, even without a coffee in her hand", I answer sarcastically.

"Have you slept at all? You still look like shit."

Yeah thanks for pointing that out, the mirror told me the same.

"Has anyone ever told you, sometimes it's better to keep your bloody mouth shut?"

"Yep, billions of times", she chuckles innocently while taking her cup of coffee I made her.

"Doesn't seem to have helped", I roll my eyes.

We have a quick breakfast, before leaving way earlier than needed but I don't want to be late on my