Jemma groaned as her alarm clock ringed continuously. She shifted in her bed and slammed her hand on the top. Curling back into her bed, but then her phone started ringing. Jemma sighed, pulling herself out of bed. She ignored the phone and went straight to her closet, slipped on some skinny jeans and a black top. Walking into the bathroom she grabbed her make up and what she needed to do her hair. Getting the look she loved and always used, 'scene'. Jemma walked out of her dorm and went over to her locker, grabbing what she needed and heading to class.
(sorry its a fail, I'm not at my house and I'm on my iPod, so excuse any grammar or spelling derps)