Sunlight filtered lazily through the arched window, and slowly, the light penetrating her conciousness, Kat awoke. She sighed and rolled over, expecting to see her familiar room, with it's friendly striped wall-paper and her white wardrobe. What she saw when she rolled over was not what she expected. It was all new, and cold. The room gave off the frigid feeling and sterile quality of a hospital. She shivvered slightly then with a quick motion (that, in fact, required quite a bit of will power) pulled off her warm covers and scampered quickly across the cold floor in her bare feet to her wardrobe. Throwing open the door, and trembling from cold she picked a dress at random as well as a pair of stockings, and dashed into the bathroom, locking the door quickly behind her.
After changing she felt quite a bit warmer, and now at a walk, strolled to her bed and sat cross-legged on the comforter. Reaching for her hair brush she tried (withought much sucess) to smotth her sleep tousled hair. After a few minutes she acknowled defeat and tied her hair in a neat pony-tail at the nape of her neck with a red ribbon that she was quite fond of. It always seemed that when waering red you seemed so much more strong? corageous?
She glanced quickly over at her roommate. It seemed she was still asleep , with no intention of getting up anytime soon. Kat resolved to slam the door really loud as she left. She would be, in a sense, halping the girl, but if would give her so much satisfaction.
Grabbing her shoes and lacing then quickly she was soon reaching for the door on the way to the class sign-ups. Pocketing the key she let herself out with stealthy quietness and barely contained glee, then loudly slemmed the door after herself. She locked the door and walked rapidly towards the library.
