Charissa- a 19 year old bombshell college student- woke up groggily. She was laying on a very uncomfortable air mattress in her sister's, Kana, room. She was swathed in a huge down comforter, and it was like fighting a thirty pound midget as she worked her way out. Rissa stood, turning her head to survey herself in a nearby mirror. She looked like shit, with dark circles under her eyes and pale skin. That's what she got for continuing to drive past the 1 o'clock mark. Rissa sighed and pulled on some athletic shorts and tennis shoes. She needed to go run.<br/><br/>Charissa exited the bedroom,  now in a sports bra and other running equipment. "I'M GOING RUNNING!" She yelled loudly, to anybody who was up. Her family had a habit of thinking she was dead...break a few bones every year just by falling down and she guessed you got that treatment. Rissa pranced down the stairs, flipping her iPod to some Out of My Face by Saving Abel. Opening the doors, she looking behind her just in case somebody had decided to join the land of the living, before she stepped out and began to jog.