Post by summerfire on Jan 29, 2010 10:16:18 GMT -5
Alyshia Jeanette Wylde was pissed, and not in the oh-so-glorious post-drinking binge, pre-hangover way. She was swipe-innocents'-heads-off pissed, though most would agree -and not only because of her truly foul current mood- that there were few innocents left in the house. They were all guilty of the most heinous crime of all: disturbing the president's slumber. Alyshia had this thing with sleeping that even she couldn't really even begin to understand-she loved it with all her heart, and was as protective as a mama hen over it. And that very night someone, a member of her own sorority no less, had dared to swipe it away from her. Heads were to roll.
But please, oh dear god, not that night. Alyshia would be the greatest victim of her own carnage, and she didn't believe in self-punnishment. Of course, that very night she had done nothing wrong to be put at blame for, except perhaps letting the girls 'in her care' behave so barbarically. She could still here the shrill screams and accusations from where she saw on ZTA's front steps; truly, the girl had little doubt that half the campus could here the screams. And she would deal with those appopriately, make no doubt. After a half dozen hour's worth of sleep. She had her beauty to think of, and what was a missed class or two by valecditorian student's.
Alyshia knew she could always revert to her migraine excuse, and would have delighted in the chance to do so, if not for the fact that it was actually true. Her temples were absolutely pounding and she had a viscious throbbing behind her left eyelid. All in all a thoroughly unpleasent night. Or morning, actually. An hour to dawn, after which most of the girls would thankfully disperse for classes. The rest she'd be happy to kick out herself, before calling them all back in the afternoon after her recovery to teach them the meaning of consequences. For several minutes the girl leaned, eyes closed, against the pillar, dazedly plotting revenge. She suffered from migraines since fifth grade, a combination of too much chocalate and caffiene and distaste for eyeglasses. She didn't really need the last but little things pile up, or so her doctor says.
She wanted to kill said doctor just then. The drugs prescibed were not working. Behind the intimidating oak doors the screams started to get even louder, which she had previously thought impossible. Having been attacked by the headache sometime after three as she was studying for an exam, Alyshia popped the pills like they were candy before flouncing off into her room, intent on sleeping it off. No chance. The migraines were getting worse and worse as of late, so much harder to ignore. Alyshia hadn't slept for a single second when the screams started, and she relunctantly rose from bed to nobly restore order-i.e shout at them till her throat grew hoarse-to find her efforts gaining absolutely no effect.
Kindly deciding to let them duke it out-futher efforts would have absolutely killed her-she stepped out of the house to relax in the fresh early-morning breeze. There the argument-now involving almost the entire house-was almost tolarable. She heard her vice-president scream for order, for all the good it was doing her, with a twinge of guilt and annoyance. The girls-fighting over, of all the most cliched thing, boys-were bound to run out of steam sometime. Alyshia herself was more then ready to stay outside in her tank top and sleeping shorts until that time came.
But god, was it cold. Migraine be damned Alyshia took another long, satisfying drag from her cigarette, noting distractedly that the nearby houses' lights were flickering on. There'd be hell to pay, but all she could think of was getting a steaming cup of coffee.
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