The Sinner

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A/N: *trigger warning*: this chapter very briefly talks about the date rape drug
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"Hey there! I'm Kelly, I'm your orientation leader! I'm so excited for you all to be here today!"

Kill. Me.

She continues to go around how this school is very picky with their students, so we're lucky to be here essentially. There's nothing like good ole nepotism to get most people in though.

"This building standing before you was found all the way in the 1900s! Isn't that awesome! There's so much interesting history here at UNC, and I hope each of you find the time to learn about it."

This lady has had too much caffeine, it was eight in the god damn morning. No one says anything in response, and I watch a couple of kids in front of me give each other the same look.

I can't help but feel a little sad that I'm standing here without Sarah right now. This has been our dream to attend this school together since we were kids. Now, she's missing. People think she's dead, they think they both are. But I don't believe it. With the amount of boats searching out there, they would've found a body by now.

She stares at the group of tired teenagers in front of her and a smile pops up on her face again. It seemed forced this time though.

"What's your name?" The blonde orientation leader says. She points to a girl around my height, she had light brown hair. She looked like someone I'd be friends with. We were wearing almost the exact same outfit.

"Ryan," She says flatly. People turn to look at her, and she wasn't afraid to stare at the people back that looked at her.

"And what is your major Ryan?" Peppy-Orientation leader asks.

"I don't know yet," She says shortly.

"That's okay! Where are you from?"

"What's with all the questions?" Ryan snaps harshly. 

Geez. Ryan was not a morning person.

"Okay! Why don't we continue with the tour?" The orientation leader smiles and continues leading us around the campus.

She began explaining things up ahead. Although I found myself zoning out, my brain couldn't handle this much information this early in the morning. I felt like a zombie, I probably looked like one too. My legs moved so slowly, it was hard to keep up with everyone.

"Hey," Someone says. My head turns at the sound, and it was that sassy Ryan girl. I stare at her unsurely if I want to respond or not. Why would she choose me out of all people to talk to? She didn't exactly seem friendly.

"Hi." Her eyes flick down my outfit, I couldn't tell if she was judging me or just now noticing we were wearing the same outfit. She suddenly shoves the folder we were given into a passing trash can.

I think that was important.

"We're wearing the same outfit," She states. It was a typical summer look, a crop top and jean shorts. It just so happens our tops were different colors. "Did you get your shirt from Urban?"

"Yeah," I say shortly. "Why'd you throw your folder away?"

"Because I'm not staying here all day," She says with an eye roll. "You think I give a fuck about ice cream with the president at 2 PM?" I chuckle, glancing down at the itinerary. It does seem like a waste of time.

"You don't seem to give a fuck about much," I say with a chuckle.

"It's the correct way to live."

"Am I allowed to ask you where you're from? Or are you going to snap at me too," I joke. She gives me a look and rolls her eyes after a couple of seconds.