"We're here! Wake up sleepyhead!" I hear Mom say. I open my eyes and see a beautiful building standing right

in front of me. My new home. Collage. "Do you want me to walk you in?" Mom asks, fiddiling with her bracelet. 

"Moooooom, I am 17. I can handle myself. I'll text you later, okay?" I ask, hoping to stop any tearful moments before they start. "Oh, I'm gonna miss you so much! What will I do without you?" Mom starts to sob. "Bye Mom! Love ya!" I say, and hop out of the car. A person who looks to be about my age is standing by the door. "Name?" she asks me. "Um, Jessica Smith." I answer nervously. "Welcome to NYC, Jessica! Or do you prefer Jess?" she asks "Jess,

please," I say. "Okay, Jess it is! I'm Kai, they/them pronouns please. I'm pansexual." they add. "I use she/her pronouns. I'm a lesbian." I say, glad to have met someone not homophobic. "Let me show you to your room Jess." they say, and start walking. I have no choice but to follow. We run into someone else in the hallway, who quickly introduces themself. "Hi Kai! Hey there, New Kid." they look at me and say, "I'm Natasha. Call me Tasha. I use she/they pronouns. I'm a proud polysexual!" she says. "Hi! I'm Jess, she/her, lesbian." I say to them. "Wait, what's your last name?" she asks me "Um, Smith." I say. "You're Jessica Smith?! OMG, NO WAY!!" they exclaim. "We're roomies!!" she says