<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Anastasia jumped from her bed with shock, her mind sending a shock down her spine. She managed to hold in a scream, She looked around her dorm room and noticed her alarm hadn't been set for today. Or her slacker of a roommate decided to turn it off. Though she wasn't a heavy sleeper, she couldn't trust her roommate to wake her at a decent time. She had a roommate she rather didn't like or rather, hated and she has no issue saying she was "A useless, lazy and devoid of passion slacker who relies on her parent's success." And the reality was... It was the truth. The girl had a successful family and she even admitted her parents only agreed to not cut off her allowance if she went to school. And that was what infuriated Anastasia. And the icing on the cake, she was incredibly ungrateful. Whenever Anastasia cooked something for the both of them to share, it was gone in the morning. Then she begged for the budding chef to make her packed lunches... And she stopped after a week... No kind words or monetary contribution for buying ingredients. Just complaint after complaint. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No flavor...</span> <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This tastes like sh*t...</span> <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And the classic "I don't like it".</span> <br/><br/>And when she suggested Anastasia <span style="font-style: italic">should stop cooking and do something else</span>, she threw her cookbook and more nasty words followed, something she was never proud of. <br/><br/>She sprung up from her bed, straightening the covers and fluffing her pillows. She looked at her roommate and simply made for her suitcases. She walked to the bathroom with lithe footsteps, grateful that her roommate was still asleep.  She closed the door after herself and locked it. That slacker could do her business in the kitchen sink for all she cared. She gazed at the mirror and scoffed at what she saw. She looked cold with an angry scowl that makes good guys run for the hills. She was going on a trip and didn't want to look sadistic and spiteful. She took her black brush, letting it slide down her long and flowing light blonde hair, pulling the tangles and ease it back to its natural long style. She decided to not to wear earrings today, but she packed them in her suitcases anyway. And with that, she proceeded to brush her teeth and carry out other morning rituals. She decided to have a little makeup and lipstick. Yes, that would not be too much, or at least she thought so.<br/><br/>She checked for her three cookbooks, taking them from her nightstand. She had gotten situated in record time and with suitcases packed in advance, she did have a little time to spare, she could have cooked something in the meantime. She did make some assorted muffins last night. It seems her roommate actually remembered to put them in her food warmer and set it to keep warm before she went to bed. But this was getting no praise. Not by a longshot. She wasn't bummed about being on a bus with a bunch of people she may or not have known at all. She didn't have to look at that slob. Or hear her complain about being hungry for a while. And she could try new recipes in peace. In a way, this was starting to look bright for her. She was confident in her cooking, but she knew her perfectionist nature would make her seem desperate. But no pressure, not yet anyhow.<br/><br/>She took her muffins, placing them in an empty basket, covering them with a blue cloth. She placed her cookbooks and food warmer in her large suitcase, putting her cookbooks in the lower front pocket. Fully prepared, she slipped on her black hooded jacket and walked out of her dorm room. The elevator doors hissed open, starting a hint of nerves in her mind. She stepped inside, seeing it was empty except for her and her luggage. She pushed the "Main Floor" and waited patiently while the doors. It wasn't a very long trip, but she was on the 4th floor. With a heavy suitcase filled with her tools of mastery, a suitcase filled quite a bit of clothes, a few accessories and her computer and muffin basket... That meant much falling, dropping and acting like she had the strength she knew she didn't. The elevator stopped, and Anastasia stepped out, glancing around for a moment. She didn't spot anyone that she knew, and started to wheel through the tiled floor, but she caught the waving and whistling of one boy. He was in two of her classes, and he liked to take a moment and talk about how attractive he thought she was. Her cheeks flushed a light pink and hurriedly pushed the doors open. Her teeth chattered as the cold started to touch her face. Shivering softly, she gripped her luggage and started to head for the bus.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, taking her time to have a good look at such a prestigious school, Ambrosia Academy. She would be gone for a week, and while she was already overjoyed to be on this trip, she wondered how her roommate would.... Stop the music! The lazy bitch could take care of herself. She'll just waste her allowance on fast food and beg her parents for more. What was she worried about <span style="font-style: italic">her</span> for? She took a deep breath, taking her roommate off her mind as he traipsed on the pavement to get to the meeting area. She would prefer not to psyche herself out and walk onto the bus, thinking, "Smile and don't get nervous, love. You can do this!" With a soft smile playing on her face, she looked for an empty seat or someone to sit with. She soon noticed another girl right in front of her, comfortable in a seat by herself. It wasn't like the girl would bite her head off, and vice versa. She was not too bad herself, or at least she hoped she wasn't at all. She turned to the girl and cleared her throat, "Excuse me. Sorry to bother you... But do you mind if I sit with you?" She asked.</span>