I woke up the morning to the sound of my annoying alarm. Hitting the dismiss button, I sit up and stretch out the little hours of sleep I had. I get up and look in the mirror at myself. The picture on the counter catches my eye.
A year ago, my family and I were in a car crash. We hit an on coming car and the crash killed everyone but the oldest daughter in the other vehicle and me. I never met the girl. The only thing I saw of her was her on the ground with her back completely scratched up. I hope she survived her injuries alright. I heard that a girl survived a crash goes to my college, maybe it's her.
I look back at myself and rub my face, feeling a little stubble. Shaving it off, I nick myself and it starts to bleed. I wipe away the blood and the cut is gone. I don't pay any mind to it as I'm too tied to really care and just continue to shave.
About fifteen minutes later, I'm ready for my classes and head out the door before my dorm mate is even up.