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Chapter 3 by yent yent

What's the big occasion?

Her first day of college

Izzy followed the train of her wandering thoughts while she washed. Yesterday had been spent packing her mom’s minivan with every personal article that Izzy could convince her was necessary. Her toe still had a little bruise on it from where she dropped a suitcase. It would be a three hour drive today from Toronto to Kingston. That part she wasn’t necessarily looking forward too…

She shook shampoo into her hair, grateful for the umpteenth time that her punkish pixie cut was so quick to clean. She tried not to spend too much time in the shower, as a matter of course. Too long naked in the heat, and her fingers would inevitably find their way down to her little bald slit, and then God only knows how long it would take before she came back to her senses…

While Izzy lathered and rinsed, she ran through the day’s agenda in her head. Her mom wanted to leave by ten o’clock. It would be just the two of them on the road; there was no space for her older brother even if he’d wanted to come along. They’d stop for lunch when they got to Kingston, and be at Queen’s before two. From there… dorms. Living in residence.

She felt another buzz of nervous anticipation at the thought; she’d never been away from family for long at all. Hell, she barely spent much time with her half-siblings! Now she’d be entering a whole new world. New people, new places, unprecedented levels of independence. She was going to have a roommate! She didn’t even know who it was yet! What if they didn’t get along?! Wha—

Her silent soliloquy was cut short by a banging on the bathroom door, then, “Izzy? Is that you in there?”

Her mom’s voice, impatient.

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry! I won’t be much longer!” Izzy called back, hurriedly soaping down her tanned legs. She rinsed, then shuffled out and into a fluffy towel.

She quickly concluded a rushed version of her morning routine, then packed her toiletries into a travel bag. Awkwardly carrying the bag while trying to hold up her towel, she left the bathroom for what would be the last time in quite a while.

How does the rest of her morning go?

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