[color=#D8D3CD][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200406/7ccd585e037f693114fc074c8e6a0c80.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/F2mVpE0.jpg[/img] [color=#DE563C][sub]Location | Dorm → Cafeteria[/sub][/color][/center][indent][indent][indent][color=#DE563C]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/color] Waking up early was a piece of cake for Zakya Washington. In fact, it was part of her daily routine. Every morning, Zakya got out of bed at exactly six o'clock thanks to one of the six alarms she'd pre-set on Sunday evening. She'd then go through the process of making herself presentable enough to step out into the public: she'd take a roughly ten to fifteen minute shower before standing over her sink in order to wash her face, exfoliate, moisturize, and brush her teeth. She'd then spend another forty minutes or so carefully applying a layer of makeup to her freshly cleansed skin, and picking out the perfect outfit for the day. That day in particular, Zakya opted for a yellow [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/85b8e83b991f23654ad2780e5af53e8c/56f847e380bb5ad1-90/s1280x1920/bf551dd9129f6f9a27abdf826d92598641784176.jpg]two-piece[/url] set that complemented her manicure. Although it was October, she figured that she'd much rather be chilly and stylish than warm and... [i]plain[/i]. From her freshly braided hair and flawlessly winged liner, all the way down to her assortment of expensive-looking jewelry, it was clear to see that Zakya was everything [i]but[/i] plain. And it was only after checking the weather on her cell phone that she'd made the split second decision to at least put on a light denim jacket. She absolutely [i]couldn't[/i] risk coming down with a cold or something worse. It's only after Zakya's extensive morning routine that she then gathers her materials for the day, packs everything into a fairly large purse, and heads down to the cafeteria for breakfast; It is the most important meal of the day, after all. The young woman arrived in just enough time to see the cafe open for business, and after scanning her ID card and brightly greeting the lunch ladies (and men), she graciously accepted her tray of food. It was the same as it always was: a bowl of oatmeal topped with blueberries, almonds, and bananas, all paired with three thin slices of turkey bacon and a tall glass of apple juice. And as usual, Zakya made a beeline for the table closest to the exit; On the way there, she gave Bradley Barron a quick smile and wave, only to wrinkle her nose a bit as she turned after spotting the bowl of crickets on his breakfast tray. [color=#DE563C]"How... strange."[/color] The young woman muttered to herself as she took her rightful seat and placed all of her things on the table in front of her. It's while she eats her breakfast that Zakya typically puts in her earbuds and begins to write out her "to-do" list for the rest of the day. As usual, her first few bullet points were the same; [i]"flirt with Leo and/or Samuel during math class"[/i] and [i]"beg the administration [s]again[/s] to put on a production of Grease"[/i] were at the top of that list. Further down on the list were things such as giving herself a facial and fresh manicure, as well as taking a quick trip to the fitness center before the end of the day. [color=#DE563C]"Daily goals produce maximum success..."[/color] Zakya said under her breath as she chewed on a piece of bacon and jotted down a few more words on her notepad. [color=#DE563C]"Maybe I'll get some time in the dance studio, too..."[/color] [/indent][/indent][/indent] [/color]