I hurrily dumped my clothes into the back pack on my disorganized bedings, I cursed my hang over and the fact that my brain didn't register my alarm. I dashed into the bathroom to pack my toiletries, my mom would probably freak out if she saw my room right now.
I grabbed my perfume and oil bottles when my ring tone filled my ears, making my head to pound hard,I cut the tone off without looking who it was that was calling. I braided my still messed hair into to cornrolls and zipped my bag, I am going...