College

You groan to yourself upon knocking the bowl of oatmeal to the floor. Wonderful. As you clean up the mess, alongside Rufus' mud mess, your mood seems to have grown more sour when you remember the plan for today: head to campus for a morning college class.

"Goddammit. Just when I thought this string of bad luck would end..." You finish wiping every last bit of your breakfast before glancing at the clock. Not enough time; the mud will remain until you head home. "Shit, shit, shit. I can't be late anymore - I'm so behind in my work!" Now stress occupied your body and mind.

As you head back into your room to change, you try to remember the class that's scheduled for today.