Alright sophomore year of college. I finally have my generals almost out of the way. Now I need to think about a major. Norvers University has been pretty fun and easy so far. Frat parties are nice, but they can be overwhelming, so we try to just go to a few a month to stay relevant. 

Usually, we end up in our apartment. We have a three bed that we share between 5 people. A bit unfortunate, but affordable. The five of us are always together anyway so it wouldn’t make sense for us to all have our own place. Tyler and Dave share one room, Justin and I share the second and Quin get the third all to herself since she is most comfortable that way. 

She doesn’t share space well and doesn’t like others around while she sleeps most of the time. Unless its movie night or just the five of us having a calm night, she wants security and quiet. She’s been like that forever.

 The first four of us met in middle school. I moved over here in fifth grade; we left our city life to be closer to my dads’ family. My mom’s side didn’t like how they were raising me, but that’s a story for later. 

Anyway, I was new to the scene in sixth grade. Shia middle school was supposed to be the home of the friendly dragons, but most of these kids were more the hoarding greedy mean dragon type. They all already had trust funds and their lives planned out for them. They would only befriend “established families”, and since I had my moms last name instead of dads, they assumed I was a nobody.

 Honestly that made me glad, I’d rather be alone than endure their fake shiny white smiles. Unfortunately, my good luck stopped there. They began to pick on me, steal my stuff and blame me for thing I didn’t do. 

Usually, it was just pencils or something from someone’s lunch. I wouldn’t want your silver spoon unseasoned food if it was my last meal Hannah. Since the teachers were usually friends with their parents there wasn’t even anything I could say to seem innocent. Eventually the kids started saying I took more valuable things like necklaces or watcher. Why does a 11 year old even need a watch? We have digital clocks to read!

Anyway, I got sent to the office at least once a week and was labeled a bad kid. I even was on a first name basis with Beth the secretary! She would pity me and save me snacks every now and then. Beth still gets sent family Christmas photos from my mom since she always took care of me during my time in the office. I learned that she had 2 kids of her own. One was going to art school for photography and the other was a philosophy major who wanted to be a teacher.

She seemed very proud of them. 

 After my first two months were over, I met another kid in the office. He was glaring at his shoes and holding an ice pack. He looked like he might bite anyone within 5 feet of him. I went and sat right next to him