It was a rainy afternoon at the university, and Abby was sitting in the cafe. She had a cup of French Vanilla cappuccino in a medium sized coffee shop cup, and took a sip of it. She had mid-back length, straight auburn hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and freckles. She was wearing a periwinkle t-shirt, dark denim skinny jeans, and grey tennis shoes. She had her dark pink jacket that had a brand logo printed across the front, with her hood over her head. She had to walk across campus to the library and study for her classes. In her grey, ragged backpack, she had her laptop, notebook, course books, writing utensils as well as high lighters and index cards. She couldn't afford to fail at any costs. Giving up was not an option.<br/><br/>"Today is not my day," she grumbled as she walked out the door before sprinting to the library. Her roommate Jessica had suggested getting a tutor since she wasn't doing so well in her calculus and world history courses. Today was her first day with the new tutor. She hoped that it would go as smoothly as possible, especially since her day has been all but smooth so far.