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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
That night, I did what any normal woman would do while she was depressed: I sat on the couch, channel surfed, and devoured some ice cream. I know that it is extremely stereotypical, but considering the past few days, I think I deserve this.

In fact, I wasn’t completely sure what depressed me the most. Missing class? Nah, that’s not the end of the world, or at least for me. Was it being kidnapped twice? Was it the realization that the first group who kidnapped me knew where I lived? Or was it that I alone did not have an animalistic appearance, unlike the others who apparently received the same chemical that gave us our powers. Was I going to remain ‘normal’, or was that second-rate spider-villain going to be right?

While I continued to surf through channels on the television and gorge myself on ice cream, I suddenly heard a knock on my door. At the door was Kristin, holding a pillow and blanket in her arms. Every couple of weeks, Kristin would crash in our apartment for a night or two because of her roommate’s, well, extracurricular activities.

Honestly, we don’t know how Kristin’s roommate ever got into St. Henry’s, let alone stay enrolled. Her parents are neither famous nor rich and a brick probably is smarter than this girl is. When that Duke student controversy about her being, how do I say this politely, an adult ‘actress’ (if you know what I mean) came out, we teased (amongst ourselves of course) that Danielle probably got by through the same means.

While we could never prove Danielle sinful occupation, we (or rather Kristin) had to live with her, well, loose morals. Every time Kristin had to sleep over, Danielle would have a “guy friend” over. Sometimes he was the same person as the last time or he was someone we never seen before. Just going over the details of what went on would be even a sin for me, so I’ll just say that Kristin had good reasons for coming over to our apartment.

And unfortunately, we could not ditch Danielle because of one reason. We feared that we would wake up one morning and see on the news that she was dead in a ditch. I mean, yes, I disapprove of her lifestyle and her choice of “profession”, but that doesn’t mean I wish harm on her. I just wish she would turn her life around, for her own sake.

Anyways, I let my friend into our apartment and we sat down at our table. Since this “Danielle” thing has been going on for, like, years, we didn’t even need to say a word about it.

“So, Aubrey, how was your first day back?” Kristin asked.

“How does it look like it went?” I have been clad in pajamas ever since I got back from ‘trying’ to go to class. My hair was in disarray. I was stuffing my mouth with ice cream, directly from the carton. I was a hot mess, waiting to explode.

“Was it class that did it in for you?”

“I didn’t go to class.” There, I said it. I just wanted to get it over with, just like ripping off a bandage rather than slowly peeling it off one’s skin.

“AUBREY! I know it’s the last semester of our senior year, but you can’t be skipping classes!” Kristin was definitely the wrong person to tell that I missed class. Besides Ashley and Danielle (the later obviously of course), we all knew each other from St. Henry’s soccer team. We were like sisters to one another and we always had each other best interests in mind, even if that meant being yelled at.

“I didn’t skip because I wanted to. I just ran into some trouble on the way.” I could tell from Kristin’s face that I had better give a good reason or I was going to get an ear full.

“Okay, I ran into one of the creeps who kidnapped me a few days ago.” I admitted to Kristin, hoping it wouldn’t freak her out.

“Do they know where we live?”

“No,” I lied. Of course they know where I (and therefore we) live. That’s how they kidnapped me in the first place! I just did not want to burden her or any of my friends with that knowledge, even if it might have been better to warn them of the danger that now came with being my roommate.

“Then you shouldn’t worry. Just go to class tomorrow, or I might not be the only one confronting you about your academics.”

After we finished our short chat, Kristin got up to make a bed on the couch. However, I offered my own bed to her. Honestly, I wasn’t tired, or at least I didn’t feel like sleeping at the moment. Once Kristin went to bed, I returned to the couch with my carton of ice cream and continued to channel surf. There is never anything interest in on after midnight (or at least anything I would want to watch), so I kept surfing while I ate my ice cream. Thankfully, Kristin hadn’t checked our trash can because she would have saw three identical cartons of ice cream already tossed away. She would have lectured me over getting fact from eating so many sweets, but I have a super-human metabolism, right?

As the night progressed, I started to doze off because of the selections of television programs available on that time of night. Eventually I fell asleep right on the couch, my ice cream carton completely empty. Maybe tomorrow might bring be better fortune than today. But did I really expect that?