Asshole.

Yeah... another wonderful opening day. Well, at least that's what everyone at Urban Debut called Monday. Needless to say, the Elvis was a Vampire article didn't go off well, so it's author, Nicki... well... not good.

Pulling her beat up Jeep next to her apartment building, she grumbled to herself, hopping out of the beat-up vehicle, her white a-line skirt slightly wrinkled. She winced as the car door slammed shut on a capuccino cup- only one of the fifteen that littered the flooring in her means of transportation.

The grumbling continued as she went into her one-bedroom dorm, the soft scent of apples emanating from the back. She always had some kind of candle lit, ever since she moved in, that was. When she moved in, there was a horrid stench pf cigarettes, and for weeks she got the blame for smoking inside. She despised the horrid habit, though, and had since been deodorizing the dorm and lighitng candles.

But her clothes smelled good. And clothes, she had many of. Chanign now into a tank top and a pair of comfortable jeans, she decided to go on a walk, her short, red hair pulled half-way up, a few strands falling into her baby blue eyes.