It was still dark. Heather wasn't sure what woke her up. Looking over at her alarm clock that held her iPod (which was supposed to wake her up at 7:30 AM to the wonderful sounds of the Swedish House Mafia) read 5:32 AM, October 29th. "Really...?" the young woman said out loud to herself in a half yawn, half whisper. "Fuck."<br/><br/>There was nothing she could do to put herself to sleep. The staring at her clock probably wasn't doing much to help her case, either. For virtually no reason at all, an idea passed through her mind, consequently causing a stifled groan to escape her lips. Heather was reminded of the last time she saw October 29th on a calender - Hallowen party, dressed up as a slutty vampire to keep with her usual theme of slutty something since she was sixteen. She was doing well with not hooking up with complete randoms, but that night there must have been something else in that punch since she was far too inclined to this particular invitation. Who would have thought that a night with a boy dressed up as leopard would be so... outrageous. Who gives people hickeys anymore? That aside, it was definitely a night to remember. Not because the post-drinking activities were that spectacular, but mostly because it's very hard to get rid of the thought of just how silly it must have looked to have a girl in a lot of pasty, white make-up and fake blood going at it with a guy in orange and black face paint. The hickeys didn't help, either.<br/><br/>Laying there with her hair strewn about all over her pillow, her black and white checkered bra with a neat pink bow in the front and a pair of sweats, Heather went on to 'tire herself out', thinking of herself and leopard boy no more than a year ago. Inspiration is a weird thing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Waking up several hours later, after snoozing her alarm clock several times before eventually just turning it off, Heather got herself ready for the day. She wasn't too pleased with herself for wasting the day, but with work almost every other day and a distance course load that wasn't very heavy, it wasn't that much of a loss. It was strange living back home after two years, but she needed to save up again for another few semesters and cutting out most of her bills was the easy way to do it. By the time the young woman was out the door and in the spare family coupe, it was 2:12 PM. The jilling was worth it, though.<br/><br/>She was heading off to a mall closer to the 'burbs of Detroit than the downtown core. There wasn't a whole lot to see there besides big buildings and far-too-expensive-for-no-reason stores. Well, every now and again those stores are awesome but today wasn't. Her family lived in Dearborn, another suburb of Detroit but considering how much time she had, a little driving around seemed like a good idea. Dressed in a pair black, athletic tights, a pair of light brown Ugg boots with the red stripes of her socks peeking out, and a couple of tank tops covered up with a dark green hoodie from the University of Maryland. Being extra bold today, her hair is tied up into a ponytail with a hair tie, and her bangs brushed to either side with a thin white band keeping them away from her face.<br/><br/>Driving through and around Detroit was more interesting today than usual. At times the traffic was so chaotic, other times it's as quiet as it would be at 4 in the morning. By the time she did all her running around and ultimately not buying much of anything at all, Heather was going to call home to see if her family was getting dinner started, but it seemed her lovely masturbation session this morning left her a little scatter brained and her phone was left on her nightstand. Figuring a motel would have a phone she could use, Heather pulled off of the road and into the parking lot of the rather sketchy motel. The young woman pulled her backpack from the back seat of her Prius before heading in. Just in case someone was desperate enough to steal a student's books and laptop.<br/><br/>Walking into the front lobby of the building, she could hear something that was much like a news report. There was talk about riots and such mostly around the downtown core without much explanation. Thank goodness Heather decided against hanging around there. Coming back to reality, Heather spotted a girl behind the desk strumming and picking away at her guitar. Not the most professional thing in the world, but who really gives two shits what the motel workers are up to when there is no one around? Hearing her play was a pleasant distraction from the news anyway.<br/><br/>"Hey," Heather started, walking up to the desk and rapping her knuckles on the hardwood. "You have a phone I could use? Apparently I need to have my cell on a string." The brunette offered the receptionist a smile, hoping it would somehow help her get to a phone in case the girl wasn't planning on letting a non-customer use it.