Thread: Lies in the Dark [ Chai & rpfiend_123 ]

Stephanie Rivera 's eyes snapped open. Sunlight streamed through the window of her apartment room, bright even though her curtains were halfway drawn. She stretched her limbs and grimaced she was feeling the after effects from the night before, a blur of partying and a very drunk best friend who had just turned 21. And while Stephanie couldn't legally drink, it was totally normal for college students to have a little fun before they hit the magic age. Of course, she could remember everything that happened last night the college students' ultimate test of being too drunk or not, but then again, it didn't take much to get her tipsy. And judging from her dry throat and heavy lids, she had experienced her fair share of a little fun and then some. It wasn't a particularly awful idea to go out. In fact it was something she welcomed every now and again. On the other hand, it was an awful idea to go out downtown the night before the first day of class, but she couldn't just say no to Victoria, her roommate of 3 years and best friend since they both started college. Knowing her, the birthday girl would have whined and pouted until Stephanie agreed, so nine times out of ten, it was a better idea to just say yes and accept the consequences later. Although this time, the price to pay was a little steep for Stephanie's taste. She pressed the home button on her phone, eyes widening at the time. 830. Shit. Blankets were thrown around as she got up out of bed and made for the bathroom, panic already rising in her chest. It wasn't all that bad, she supposed, if she was late on the first day. Students were still getting schedules finalized during the first week, and that easily could have been her excuse. Still, it wasn't like her to be late on any given day, and especially not for a major-specific course. Sex and Literature and Media was what the class was called, and she had been waiting to take it for some time. But despite her enthusiasm for it, here she was, scrambling to even leave her apartment. It didn't take her long to get ready and throw on a light layer of makeup, and by the time she was out the door, she had on some Nike running shorts and an over-sized t-shirt. The ensemble, as simple as it was, managed to show off her toned and tanned legs. A backpack was slung across her back, and her long, chestnut colored hair that was normally tied up was hanging over one shoulder as she walked. Stephanie had a car, but since the university was in the middle of downtown, it was almost a hassle to drive considering her apartment complex was right on the edge of campus. She checked the time again. 851. She suspected it would take her 20 minutes to walk to class, which put her at arriving about 10 minutes late. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she thought. When she finally arrived, she stood outside the room, hesitating for a moment as she heard a voice through the closed door. ...Hey guys, my name is Isaac, and I'm your TA for this semester. A little bit about myself... I'm in the graduate literature program, so I'm pretty familiar with the things you'll be reading and studying for this course. I'll also be leading the two discussion sections, where I'll be introducing some supplementary material for whatever's going on in class. If you take a look on the top of the first page of the syllabus, you'll see that my office hours are every Monday and Wednesday from 3 to 5 PM, and on Fridays by appointment. And if you can't make those, you can always email me. I'm constantly checking it, so feel free to ask any questions. I'm always available to help students, unless Isaac was cut short as Stephanie opened the door, and she saw and felt the entire room look to her. The class was small, as we expected since only English majors took the upper division literature courses, and she hurried to take a seat in the front. ...Unless you come to class high, hungover, apathetic... or late, Isaac finally finished off, giving Stephanie a pointed look and a wide grin. A few of the other students chuckled behind her, and Stephanie herself cracked a smile. Sorry, she said with a very unapologetic little grin on her face, reaching in her backpack to pull out her Macbook, a floral-printed agenda and a pen before storing the bag underneath the table. Nah, I'm just joking around. It is the first day after all. Isaac moved forward to drop a syllabus on her desk before taking his place back at the front of the room. If anybody has any questions...? No? Well, alright, I think it's time to turn things back over to the professor.