Solie sat up in her queen sized bed, iPod practically implanted in her ears. I woke up at three, it's five now. I've been sitting here listening to music for already two hours. Now it's time for school and I feel like shiz-nits because I only went to sleep at eleven. Waiting for the little Voice inside her head to tell her to-- Get the hell up! Voice shouted in her head. Ripping out the iPod, the girl stood, making her way to the shower. The water fell on her bare skin, the small wash towel rolling over her body.
After the long refreshing shower, she threw on a graphic tee and some black skinny legged jeans. Throwing her small earphones on the bed, she grabbed the larger ones that would cover her whole ear in black fabric. Attaching the earphones to her head, she grabbed her yellow fingerless gloves and her black and yellow converses. Already having moved into the Academy the night before, she simply had to walk out of her dorm room.
The room was white. Completely white, everything, but a black apple lay on a white coffee table in front of the bed. Pictures of her European tours covered the walls. Yes, European tours. No she wasn't a rockstar or Oprah or anything, she just traveled alot. Making her way down the corridor and outside, Solie wondered to herself if any of the other students had made it.