Today might have been the worst day of her life. No, scratch that, [s]today might have been the worst day of her life[/s] was wrong, but definitely felt like it. The day had started out fine at least, a roommate that disappears before she gets up and comes home after she goes to sleep. Dee had slipped out of bed and gotten ready, the minimal amount of makeup after a quick shower. She wore her ordinary hoodie and jeans, though there was always some kind of cute top that Deanna couldn't stop herself from wearing underneath. She had left at about 9:10 and had gotten to her class at a satisfactory time, Psychology, one of the freshman required classes she was taking a year late.

But after all of her regular Thursday classes had gone by, one of her professors had pulled Dee aside. A gulp and butterflies in her stomach had gone through her as she stepped to the front of the classroom while everyone else was leaving. Her sleeves were to her fingers and books to her chest, worried people were talking about her being held after class. When everyone had left, he started going on about how she wasn't participating in class enough and the last group project, she had done most of the work for the group. Dee wanted to ask how he knew, but she kept her mouth shut. The professor started to lecture her and... she had gone off on him. No, she hadn't said anything mean or rude... [i]this[/i] time. It was a long babble about how she wasn't able to communicate with her classmates and not to blame them and... 

Deanna had stopped once she ran out of breath, holding a hand to her chest. The professor looked fairly surprised and asked if this happened often, to which she nodded. Now that she tried to stay quiet in order to not show her true self to the new people at the college, when she did speak, it usually was a huge ramble because she hadn't been able to in so [i]long.[/i] Finally the teacher had let her go with a warning to not let the group project thing happen again, and to let him know if she was having any problems... Which made Dee feel even worse. She slipped out of the classroom and ran as far across campus as her legs could carry her. For once, she didn't care what others thought, though they were probably thinking she was [i]really[/i] late for some class. 

Deanna finally stopped and dropped her books to the ground. She slipped her hands onto her knees and let out long, staggered breaths. There had been a telephone pole next to her as she did this, so Dee straightened up and leaned against it, breathing hard. There, she saw the poster, something about relationship counseling and how there was a hole in her heart. Dee took another staggered breath and checked the time, it was just a few minutes past five now. Deanna stripped off the too hot hoodie and started for the cafe, something new and interested would have to take her mind off things, right? It was also free, and hopefully she could just sit in the corner and listen.

She got up to the doors and pulled her hair from her shirt, running her fingers through it to make it seem a little straighter. When she slipped into the doors, she saw some kind of group of people forming in the back, and hopefully, this was the counseling group. There was a man that was sitting quietly with her eyes closed, Deanna wondered if he was doozing off and... There was the famous Nylah Weiss from the Drama Department. Dee took a seat next to the man, a little worried rumors might go around if the other girl recognized her. She slipped a long breath out and scratched at the back of her head.