Post by Deleted on May 10, 2016 13:50:16 GMT -5
God, she was rough today. If you could die from a hangover, she was pretty sure this was gonna be the day that it happened. She'd had many hangovers in her short life, but this one was something else. Lola was becoming more aware of the aching that was pounding through her head as she walked through campus. It felt like a balloon was inside her skull and somebody was blowing it up slowly, the pressure building inside her temples. Why was it so bright?! Why was everybody so noisy, so chirpy on a morning? The sunglasses that were covering her eyes weren't enough to cloud over her vision, her eyes still squinted behind the dark glass. She was super thankful that she hadn't bothered taking her makeup off from the night before. She made a mental note to re-purchase the setting spray she had bought because her makeup somehow still pretty decent. She'd just had to apply a layer of eyeliner over the top and she was good to go.
Coffee. Coffee was the first thing she needed. She hadn't even dared make any at home. She had thrown on her clothes and left the room in a whirlwind. She didn't even want to think about the pile of vomit that was still on her bedsheets. Again, she was thankful that pretty much all of her clothes in her wardrobe were cute playsuits because it was a lifesaver for her right now. She quickly changed direction, heading into the food court instead. She was already late to her classes, so being even later wouldn't really make a difference. The smell of food hit her like a tonne of bricks and her stomach felt like a washing machine. She covered her mouth for a split second, before composing herself. Is that what it felt like to be pregnant? She spotted the coffee stand from the side of her glasses and made her way over to it.
"A large, black coffee, please. Extra sugar. And an iced coffee." Her voice was groggy and she could still taste the mixture of drinks that she had drank as she spoke. She sounded like she has a sore throat, almost as if she was about to lose her voice. She placed her bag on top of the counter, unzipping it to try and find her purse. Her hair fell in front of her face, framing it as it did. And then she realised, she didn't take this bag out last night. In fact, she couldn't even remember bringing her purse home with her. "Shit!" She groaned, slapping her hand down on the table.
