Amelia groaned, to the sound of nothing. She had awoken precisely at 7:29 am. and she waited for the sharp noise of her alarm clock. "Three, two, one," Amelia counted off in her head and the ringing came, about five seconds after her initial guess. She shrugged off her comforter, shivering at the coldness that instantly hit her. Running a hand through her bed-messed hair, she got up, her feet hitting the floor. She shivered again, tiptoeing quickly towards the bathroom. "Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold!" She whispered to herself, until she finally got to the bathroom, which was even cooler than the rest of her dorm. She glanced back, already seeing that her roommate was gone. Last night, her roommate came late and Amelia didn't get to meet her. Hopefully she wasn't too bad.
Amelia brought her attention to the mirror of the bathroom and started to work on her appearance. Call it conceited or self-centered but people judge others first on their appearance. She quickly did her normal oral hygiene routine and curled her hair. She applied a bit of mascara, careful not to overdo it. Amelia looked herself over in the mirror and nodded, before slipping on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a black muscle shirt with a cross on it. She wasn't actually religious, she just liked the shirt. She put some black converses and checked her clock. It was 8:00 now, which wasn't that bad. She walked towards the door, hoping that she might actually gain a friend, hoping that she wouldn't screw up her first day at this academy."First day," she thought. "Let's hope it's a good one."
She walked down the halls, smiling at random people who walked by her and receiving some back. After a few minutes, she entered the cafe, grabbing toast and some scrambled eggs. Looking around, Amelia noticed that most of the tables were surprisingly full. She checked the room again, finding only two tables that were open. One with a boy with what seemed like a permanent smirk. The other with a curly-haired boy who sat on the table instead of the chairs like everyone else was sitting on. She turned her head back to the first table, seeing him with another girl with thick, dark hair. Amelia watched as she walked away angry. Either she was not a morning person or the boy with the smirk said something wrong. She looked at the boy sitting on the table again and walked over.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit here? On the chairs?" Amelia asked, holding onto her plate and looking up at the curly-haired boy on the table.