Mornings. She really really didn't like mornings, and her dad's knock caused her only to pull the pillow round over her head and attempt sleep again after a muffled call that might have been 'ten more minutes'.
And she had a test today.
"Evil. Evil mornings" she muttered from under the pillow as she heard the call from the kitchen that forced her into a dilemma. Bed. Food. Bed or Food.
"Pancakes!" she finally called sitting up grogilly before grabbing the brush from her bedside table running it through dark hair. She looked around the room worriedly for a moment, more confused than anything else at the ungodly hour of seven.
"Dad have you seen my Ancient Civ folder?" she called "I'm pretty sure I left it in the study when Kendra went home, unless she picked it up with her stuff..."
Her Dad would know, he always did. He'd pretty much been the only stable thing in her life since her Mom had walked out. Sure there'd been boyfriends, and there were friends like Kendra she would do anything for, but mostly it had been her and dad 'against the world'. He liked his cliches but they were true in their case.
She took her time getting ready. Why wouldn't she, there was always pressure in college to at least look your best and that was all. It had nothing to do with the ridiculously hot TA in American History. Nothing at all. Finally pulling on her favourite boots and tying the necklace she'd had for as long as she could remember around her neck she ran down the stairs two at a time and into the kitchen.
Pancakes. The world could never have too many pancakes, she thought as she pulled her Dad into a hug.