<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/freida-pinto-wallpaper-04-12x9.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>Isabella Estacia/Esmeralda<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Getting ready, printing a few flyers.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>N/A *On the run*<br/><br/>Isabella sighed and rolled out of bed, glaring at her alarm. She still had a good hour or so before she needed to actually get up. This was crap. Some days she felt as though she should simply chuck the thing. She never used it unless she was working on a paper, only then did it remind her she needed sleep. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she grabbed a towel and a few other supplies before she woke her computer. The thing was never off.<br/><br/>Printing off a few more flyers she went on to shower while they printed, along with her paper that was due today. Geeze it was going to be an insane day. She pretty much had a class until 2:45 which gave her 15 minutes to get to the stadium and dressed for the tryouts. Then at 5:30, praying the tryouts were over by then she had one more class that lasted until 7. If her professor didn't get distracted discussing art that was. That was how things with Professor Nadeen went.<br/><br/>The hot water was a relief, waking her sore muscles, and her mind. Getting ready she headed back to her room and grabbed the flyers, dropping her shower caddy in her room  and making her way to the stadium. She'd get breakfast just before her class. As she went she hung up a few of the flyers waving at Rachel and Melissa as she hurried out.