Originally from Boston, Avelyn Carter has relocated to the infamous Gotham City to attend university and earn her master's degree in psychology.
Avelyn knows the unfamiliar city is dangerous, but she is determined to fulfill her dream of becoming a...
As Harley and I trekked through the campus to get to Dr. Crane's class, a heavy downpour of frigid rain ensued.
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"Shit," I exclaimed, digging around for my umbrella—which wasn't there. I must have left it at my last class.
What a marvelous first day.
"I forgot my umbrella," I called to Harley as we began jogging through the rain along with hundreds of other soaked students.
"Here, this way," she said, grabbing my hand and leading us into a large building to our right.
We walked quickly through the halls, Harley in the lead. Our hurried steps echoed through the large, tiled corridor. The frigid AC turned my blood into ice as it met my rain-soaked clothes.
As we snaked deeper down the halls, I suddenly realized that we were in the psychology building. We had just come from a different entrance that I must've missed when I had been exploring.
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But then it donned on me—Harley knew where we were, where we were going. Why did she ask me for help when she clearly didn't need it? It was so...weird.
I tossed my new friend a confused glance, her shoulder-length blond hair swaying with each step and crystal blue eyes staring straight ahead.
I noticed that we were mirror opposites. My hair was long and dark brown, and my eyes a shade of emerald green. She was slightly bronzed while I was pale as a ghost. Harley adorned herself in beautiful pastels, while my color palette was much darker.
As I was notating these differences, Harley came to an abrupt stop, causing me to almost walk right into her.
"I think it's this one," she whispered, pointing to the engraving by a carved, wooden door. It read:
PS105 Dr. Jonathan Crane
We looked at each other, and then Harley stepped aside. "You first," she smirked.
I sighed, already knowing that we were late and everyone inside was going to stare us down, including the professor. No matter how old or how far along in the academic route one might be, somethings just never change.
