Her hand lingered over a red and blue checked dress. Then it scuttled to the next thing in line. T-shirts lined the wall but she really didn't feel like wearing anything new. Her favorite outfit lay in the dirty clothes. Gray sweats and a black tank top. Not sexy, or stylish, just plain I don't give a shit clothes. What else did a girl need in college?
It wasn't really about boys and people liking you. Not like high school. "HA!" A laugh erupted from her tired lungs. Everything on her was tired. She needed to get through a night of sleep with out interruption. The thought of college not being some judging game just like high school was silly. Sure it was a bit more relaxed here, but eyes still roamed taking in what each person was wearing and what their hair looked like. The guys were still full of themselves like the girls. It was just on a bigger scale.
Her hand landed on her green basket ball shorts and a white hoodie. Not as comfy as her favorite outfit but still it would pass as the I couldn't care less category.
She wriggled and the shorts fell easily from her waste. Something she did care about. It wasn't like back in junior and high school. Now she just wanted to be thin for herself. Not for others. She maintained a good weight for her. 122lbs exactly. It looked good on her 5'5 frame. Even if she didn't give a shit about her clothes she still cared about looking decent. Her hair was going up in a ponytail today though. It was much to messy for her to do a thing with. Not that she would if it wasn't. It was usually in a pony tail or half ass bun.
All the while she stood wriggling out and back into clothes. Thinking her weird inner dialogue and trying not to care. Her cat kept looking at her through one open eye. Staring at her in amazement, as if he could read her thoughts.
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