She takes one step out of the midnight blue Volkswagen and the feeling of uncertainty in the pit of her stomach engulfs her. She squints due to the overwhelming amount of sunlight hitting her eyes. With every step she takes farther away from the midnight blue car the feeling inside grows. Up stairs, down stairs, through the dew covered grassy patch … looking up at the brass lettering on the side of the building “COPPER HALL” she runs inside. Down a hallway full of doors with colored pieces of paper in various shapes taped to the door. Molly, Heather, Anne, Jessica, you get the point. Finally an empty door. She slaps the old wooden door open with a bang while her flip-flops smack against the pink tiles. Heading strait to one of two crappy stalls, each with a complimentary crappy toilet inside, she grabs her stomach realizing this feeling was about to come right out of her mouth. She flushed the light orangey-yellow liquid down the toilet. She had nothing to puke up except her own stomach acid, because she already puked her dinner up late last night and in the dark hours of the morning. ...