Sunlight spilled through half-parted blinds, gleaming against the dark wood floor, shedding some light into the otherwise dark room. It was quiet for the most part, nothing stirred, nothing shifted, only the distant thumping of tired feet could be heard. The clock above the doorway read six-fifty-six, and the second hand ticked with quick succession, time ultimately traveling despite the stillness that surrounds the mechanism. The seconds ticked on, turning to minutes, and as the hour hand slowly slid over to the life suddenly filled the room. The nightstand next to P.K's head buzzed with excitement, her cellphone ringing out to waken the slumbering girl. It took her a moment to react to the noise, face twitching with annoyance, and after at least ten seconds of constant buzzing her hand rose, sliding across the touch screen and silencing the vibration all at once. 

Phoebe laid there for a few more moments, blinking sleep from her eyes and glancing about the room, half-confused, but the confusion soon turned into a sense of remembrance, and she rose up into a sitting position, a smile parting her lips. This wasn't home, this was no sleepy room in a cabin on the bayou, there was no early morning frog croaks or loud, singing mothers. This was PITY. This was her second chance. She rubbed the remaining sleep from her eyes, stretching high before kicking off her blankets and tip toeing quietly towards the bathroom.

[i]no need to wake up the roommate after all[/i]

The door creaked once, and then P.K slipped inside, flicking on the lights and breathing out a relaxed sigh. The bathroom was much different from her home one, cleaner, slightly smaller. Everything was shiny and new and didn't have that chipping-paint-and-bleach-smell. It was a change, perhaps for the better, and with that thought in mind she plopped herself down in front of the mirror. Her face was, of course, wracked with sleep. Bags remained under her eyes, red spots dotted her forehead, and her hair flowed freely in tangled curls. She leaned forward on the sink, glaring at her reflection with groggy eyes, and then she sat back and turned the faucet on, getting to work on her face and hair as quickly as possible.

About forty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, hair somewhat tamed and twisted into a tight ponytail, and face lightly make-uped. She couldn't live without concealer, after all. Phoebe glanced about the room again, taking note that her roommate still seemed to be asleep, and with silent steps she made her way back to her own bed, sinking to the floor where her sling bag and suitcase sat. P.K silently changed into a very simple outfit, making sure to keep her hair from being touched to much, and once she was satisfied with her look she closed the suitcase and shoved it aside, turning to stare at her other bag. A pink piece of paper lay on top, blocked with her classes for the upcoming school year, and her light eyes traced the words slowly, taking in each letter. Forcing herself to remember each class by time and each time by class. This took her a good ten minutes, arguably, but by the time her phone started to buzz again at promptly eight o'clock she was fairly confident that she remembered each item. P.K reached up to silence her phone again before rising to her feet, pulling the sling bag  up and over her shoulder. She folded the schedule into a small square and shoved it into her shorts pocket before exiting the dorm.

Phoebe hoped her roommate would at least stir from the door closing (wouldnt want her to wake up late after all right right), and with a soft sigh she started down the hall towards the front doors, hoping to catch a glimpse at the morning sky before classes started.

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The dew-coated grass was the first thing she noticed. It gleamed like frost in the half-light, shimmering beautifully as the sky turned from pink to purple to blue above. Phoebe felt her converse fill with water with each step she took across the lawn, but honestly she was much too focused on the sky to care. It was like a watercolor painting, free and flowing, honestly breathtaking. She only managed to tear her eyes away after she nearly tumbled over a wooden bench. She straightened quickly, hoping no one caught a glimpse of her banging her knees into the structure, and then with the utmost casualty she circled and sat on the bench, pulling out her phone to check the time.

[i]eight-thirty huh got a bit more to go might as well relax...[/i]

And Phoebe sat back, sighing out a calm breath as her eyes once again connected with the sky, getting lost in the changing colors once more.