She needs something

Today I think I am going to do something quite different. I am going to tell you a story. Today, she... lets call her Bianca awoke at 6 AM, more than an hour earlier than her alarm was set for. Stretched out as far as her legs could possibly go in her creaking old white bunk bed made from the times when people were a few inches shorter. She stared at her glowing egg clock, continually taping the top to see the time. Slowly gathering her phone and tumbling out of bed, trying to be quiet not to wake the others. Due to her lack of luck though Bianca slams her head on the florescent light bulb filled with moths and other insects that has managed to crawl their way and burn alive within it. Rubbing her head and screaming with pain inside she gradually brings herself up again. Walking out in the room only to see her roommate, we will call her Cecilia staring into her lighted mirror applying her routinely makeup. Bianca, already in a bad mood, decides to avoid Cecilia and walks slowly by. Pulling out the old rolling chair that has filled with crumbs from others who have used it in the past, Bianca pulls open her drawer. The drawer sticks, not just today, but every day. Slammed with junk she pulls even harder causing it to throw open and everything to spill out. Sour look upon her face, she gathers her possessions and shoves them back into the desk, knowing this will happen again tomorrow and probably the day after and after that. Grabbing her magnified mirror filled with fingerprints, has not been cleaned for months, Bianca applies her face. Bianca knows she is attractive, she knows she does not require much make up. She applies a little blush to give her some color and looks into the mirror, building her ego. Bianca patience grows slim as she waits for the one bathroom constantly being occupied by others insisting on curling their hair over and over again. After minutes go by, seeming like hours to Bianca, Cecilia stampers out of the bathroom and gestures a simple hi. Bianca, eagerly wanting to get away manages to offer a quick hello back as she proceeds to the bathroom. Shutting the door, taking a deep breath, Bianca has a moment alone. She has come to the conclusion, that living with four, there is not a moment alone, except in the bathroom. She cherishes this moment, sometimes just staring at herself in the mirror before someone comes knocking on the door, "are you in there?" they ask. Of course... Isn't it obvious, the door is shut. Bianca's time grows slim, her dreadful day of school is about to begin. Her mom says she is lucky, she knows this is true. But the tiredness is growing on her, and she is not sure she can handle another day without sleep or maybe even a nap. Bianca needs something. But what is it?