Entering the front doors of the main building, your stomach full of food from just minutes earlier, you find yourself among the swell of students continuing their day and entering the later portion of classes. With only one class left, your English class (unless you want otherwise), you are trying to get there quick so it can be over with faster. Around a corner and near some lockers, where the usual crowd follows its route towards afternoon classes, you find yourself walking in the midst of them.

You know that the crowd is always the same for the most part. This college is smaller than most, boring most days without the liveliness of friends, parties, and games back in the dorms, but today a new face finds its way to you through the crowd.

A girl, with black hair, fading blue eyes, and peach skin that almost melts in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, stands right in the middle of the hallway, parting the rest of the students as if they were the sea with her striking figure. She stands almost a foot below you in stature, petite and reserved, but with a confidence of forward movement that drives others to go around her.

She wears a blue polo, unbuttoned at the top, along with some jeans, but what’s framing them really stands out. A purple gush of color from the fabric she wears underneath and on her arms catches your attention the most. Though mostly obscured through the crowd, you can still make out her walking shoes below her pants, the purple sticking out there as well like socks.

She doesn’t look up as you continue to make your way forward with the crowd, gliding slowly towards her. She holds a couple books in her arms as she stares down, lost in her own world but never taken out of it by anyone, until you accidentally bump into her.

Not really paying attention to your own surroundings, you wander too close, get shoved in the back, and bump shoulders with her, making her drop one of her books as her arm pulls back in what appears to be some kind of pain.

“Damn. Ow.” She mutters under her breath, still not really looking up, now backing up slightly towards the lockers on the left side of the wall where you are being pushed to. Her book is trampled under the crowd, unable to be saved for the moment.

Then she looks at you, scoffing and turning lazily, almost cartoonishly in annoyance. “Watch where you’re going. Shit like that gets you killed in the real world. Don’t make me be the reason why.” She scolds, barely even registering whatever look you have on your face as she turns back to look at her book currently being trampled. She moves close to the lockers and leans against them, resting her head back and sighing she closes her eyes in annoyed submission.