[color=#D8D3CD][center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/200406/7ccd585e037f693114fc074c8e6a0c80.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Skzwtjt.png[/img] [sup](FC: Zolee Griggs; Dialogue: [color=#DE563C][b]#DE563C[/b][/color])[/sup][/center] [indent][indent][indent]The news of the party that was scheduled to take place that evening had spread around the student body like a wildfire, thanks in part to Zakya and her inability to keep a secret. The young woman couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as she walked down the hall towards the dormitory kitchen, eventually passing by a small group of girls who giggled and spoke loudly among themselves, raving about finally being able to get their hands on some booze. It only took Zakya shooting a certain [i]look[/i] in their direction for the girls to cease their whispering and speed off towards the stairwell. Zakya's guilt momentarily subsided once she reached the kitchen entrance and came to the realization that she had yet to pick out something to wear. [color=#DE563C]"Shit,"[/color] the girl said under her breath, rolling her eyes as she pulled open the door and made a beeline for the stocked pantry. [color=#DE563C]"Pop-Tarts and juice it is, then..."[/color] And after carrying her lunch back to her bedroom, the young woman took only five minutes to scarf most of it down before she got to work. After spending a few moments trying to decide between an over-the-top or casual chic look, it only took a little over thirty minutes for Zakya to finally decide on the outfit she'd wear to the party. As anyone would've expected, she decided to go with the more over-the-top outfit: a bright green, two-piece skirt set and lace-up sandals to match. Although she knew that she'd only be standing in the middle of some hot, over-crowded dorm party getting white girl wasted on Hypnotiq, she figured that she might as well look good while doing so. It was soon after then, when Zakya accidentally tipped over the rest of her cranberry juice that something strange happened. As the dark purple liquid began to spread across her desk and spill onto the carpet, the young woman nearly tripped over her own feet trying to find a towel or napkin in order to clean her mess. And it was as she began wiping the table down with paper towels that an unpleasant memory began to seep into her mind. [indent][color=silver][i][color=gray]"Look at the mess you made, you fucking dork! There's literally cranberry juice all over the table."[/color] An oddly familiar face looked down at Zakya as she tried her hardest to clean up the spilled juice with the napkins from her lunch tray; after a while, however, all she seemed to be doing was pushing the liquid around the table, making the situation worse. Zakya could feel her cheeks burn as she continued scrubbing, only to screw up [i]yet again[/i] by flinging the slightest amount of juice in the angry girl's direction. The girl moved out of the way in just enough time, letting out a startled grunt in the process. [color=gray]"Fuck. You're lucky this shit didn't get on my air forces. My mom just bought me these yesterday."[/color] [color=#DE563C]"I'm... I'm sorry."[/color] Zakya heard her own voice croak out. [color=gray]"I'm sorryyyy,"[/color] the angry girl said mockingly, before turning around to laugh with one of her friends. [color=gray]"Don't be sorry, be careful. Maybe you're not worried about messing up those busted ass shoes you always got on, but that doesn't mean that I'm on the same time."[/color] After the girl finished speaking, she took a napkin from her own tray and quickly swiped it through the cranberry juice, getting more than a few drops on Zakya's T-Shirt. And despite the rage that had begun building up inside of her, Zakya did nothing but stare at her shirt in horror. "Bro, Delia, just leave her alone..." One of the girl's friends tried to step in as the rest of them doubled over in laughter. Delia. That was her name. Delia Thomas. [color=gray]"Nah, Tam. Why did we even let her sit with us? I don't care if she's Kayla's little sister. You know she can't hang... ain't that right, dork?"[/color] And then she started laughing again. It was then that Zakya gave up on trying to clean the table; she figured the janitor would be able to finish the job. But as the sound of laughter continued to ring through the air, the young woman could feel herself growing angrier than ever before. And without taking the time to think it over, she grabbed hold of the napkin she'd held before, wound her arm back, and tossed it directly onto Delia's crisp, white sneaker. A second later, the girl felt a fist coming into contact with her jaw. And after throwing a few punches of her own, trying her hardest to ignore the throbbing in the right side of her face, everything suddenly went black.[/i][/color][/indent] With a dropped jaw, buggy eyes, and sweaty palms, Zakya sat straight up in her bed in a heart-pounding state of emergency. After a split second of massively intense panic, however, it suddenly dawned on her that she was still in her bedroom. A quick glance at the clock told her that she'd been asleep for a little over two hours. Her bottle of cranberry juice sat in its same spot on the desk, and her outfit lay in a crumpled heap under her legs. She'd fallen asleep. It was all a dream. [/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]