Erin had crept out of her dorm before her roommate had awoken- she is a sort of ghost as far as roommates go, almost impossible to catch unless she is actually sleeping in the room. The girl doesn't spend much time in her room, after all, usually to be found in the library or in the gymnasium practicing basketball- only when no one is paying attention, of course. If she were to have a superpower, it would be the ability to walk right person and yet go completely unseen, for the girl has mastered the art of flying under the radar- she can be ranked in the top academically, sell essays and projects to students, and be a crucial member of the basketball team, and yet no one even knows her last name. As if she has anonymity down to an art, the number of people who can connect a name to a face to an action in regards to the girl are infinitesimal. Even her own roommate probably doesn't really know who she is- or much about her, if she does know Erin's identity to some extent. She leaves remnants in a book left on her bed or a light left on- truly a ghost. All she lacks is being able to send a chill down people's backs with her passing.
Erin had been in the library since it first opened, rather early in the morning, doing some last minute studying for a test that she has in AP Calculus today. However, a growling stomach, and the fact that she has very little tolerance for hunger, prompt the brunette to finally close her textbook and tuck it into messenger bag, which is covered in little pins with quotes, images of superheroes, and bugs, being the primary design on said pins. Normally, the young woman makes a point of dressing in such a way that gives no hint at an actual personality, a background character in her own life story, but she makes an exception for her beloved messenger bag. Hoisting it over her shoulder, placed in such a way so that it causes one shoulder to be slightly lower than the other, and so that the bag hits against the back of her knees while she walks, Erin makes her way out of the practically empty library. Not many people are there so early in the morning, but that's what she likes about arriving at the time she does- there is peace and quiet, allowing her to study quietly.
She finds herself far from alone in the dining hall, which already has a growing number of people, mentionable or not, who have arrived to eat breakfast. Some sit on their own, while others have large groups of friends that take over tables and make a good amount of ruckus. This leaves a decision to be made- sit near loudness, and therefore be drowned out and ignored, which is ideal, or sit in some corner and be allowed peace, but be easier plucked out? Trusting her social chameleon tendencies, Erin drops her bag off in some uninteresting part of the cafeteria where she can eat in peace and continue studying before going off and preparing herself a plate of breakfast. This breakfast is composed of fruit and eggs, mostly, with a side of raspberry jam on toast. The girl always eats a large breakfast, because she is prone to skipping lunch in order to sit outside and take a nap- recovering from her morning classes.
Erin settles in comfortably on the hard bench of the lunch table, and from there begins to eat her breakfast in lonely, but accustomed, peace.