''Ow!'' Ella had spilled tea on herself, burning her skin. The yelp had woken up both Camelia and the cat.
''Good morning.'' She yawned, stretching. It's 2:30, you lazy ass. Help me clean this up,'' Ella responded, trying to get the tea out of the carpet. Camelia groaned as she got out of bed, yawning. Geez, Elle, at least let me change first! She complained, picking up a random shirt up from the floor and slipping it on over her sports bra, then ripping off some paper towel from the roll and

It was raining, it was gloomy and 20-year-old Camelia Richards was in bed, asleep despite it being 2 PM. This was a normal sight in dorm 2B of hall 6, for she had night classes, but what was not a normal sight was the three-eyed cat sleeping beside her, it's small paws squishing into the comforter. Her roommate, Ella, didn't know where it came from, but assumed Camelia had found it on the street and took it in. She often did that, and Ella assumed it would be out in a week.

It would not.