Audrey
The clock read 8:25 as I finally slid into my seat, coffee cup in hand. Tina slid in beside me and dropped her bag on the floor between us with a dull thud.
“Goddess, I hate morning classes,” she groaned pathetically, rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. “Don’t these professors know that it would be better to hold all the classes later in the day?”
I snorted. “Maybe you wouldn’t have any problems waking up if you would stop scrolling on your phone until three in the morning.”
“Hey! That is my S.T.T.,” she retorted. “I need it or else I’ll go crazy.”
“S.T.T.?”
“Special Tina Time!”
Shaking my head with a laugh, I returned my attention to my notebook—it was day three of classes, and time couldn’t possibly be moving any slower. But, things seemed to have
