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Chapter One: New Sutton's New Girl

Adelaide Sage Sawyer.

That's my full name, and the name that was read back to me at registration by a stupid fucking frat boy.

"Your initials spell out ASS! That's so fucking funny!" His forced growl-battered voice made my eye twitch as he said the most unoriginal comment made about my name that I have ever heard. And I have heard worse.

"Soooo.. so funny. Could I get my dorm information now? I didn't pay an extra four grand to get told something I already know."

"Oh, yeah. For sure, dude. Uh.." He searched the box in front of him labeled "dormitory assignments". The sound of keys hitting one another adding onto the ambience of the nearby traffic.

"Sawyer.. Sawyer.. here you go! Dorm 607 in the West Building!" He lifted up a key with a tag connected to it. Written on it was A. Sawyer.

Great.
I grabbed the key dangling from his hand and tucked it into my jean pocket.

His voice interrupted my thinking once again.
"By the way, if you're interested, I'm pretty sure Alpha Phi is accepting new ple-"

I cut him off. Honestly, who cares about that stuff? I do not.

"Thanks. Have a nice life."

I nodded a goodbye and began walking away. I'm not sure how he reacted, honestly. I didn't pay much attention to him to begin with- in fact, I forgot how he looks.

Doesn't matter to me.

As I walked down the campus' pavement, I remembered exactly where I was- New Sutton, Massachusetts. Far, far, FAR away from my shitshow of a hometown.

Let's do a bit of a recap, shall we?

"I never, ever, ever want to see you again, Adelaide. After you leave for college, I never want to hear from you. Stay out of my life!"

Yikes. That sounds like a break up, right? Well, sad to say, not the case. My mom yelled that at me as I told her that I was leaving home.
Why did she react that way? I basically paid her rent for her. She made me, ever since I turned fifteen.

Was I going to leave her with no income? Yes, but I was tired of selling myself for her financial gain. Blah blah, enough of the pity party.

Entering the West Building, I was hit with the intense scent of marijuana. This is college, huh?
I finally looked up from the floor, and in the lobby of this building was a couch. On this couch was a guy with the greenest eyes. The greenest eyes.

I don't usually talk to people, nor have the drive to, so I was honestly surprised when I felt the urge to speak.
That has never really happened.

"Erm.." I started, surprised by my own gall. What was I even trying to say?

"Yeah?" The guy asked me, I felt my throat tightening.

"Where is the.." Words, words. Fucking words! Why won't they come to me?!

"Stairwell? It's down that hallway, all the way down. West Building isn't the best place for newbies. Don't know why they sent you here. Name's Wayne."

Wayne. Got it. Why did I talk to him in the first place? Was I looking for the stairs? God, I don't even remember.

Awkwardly, I give him a two finger salute and continue on my way. This is why I don't talk.

I reached the stairwell and made my ascent. The stairs were cracked concrete with random stains. Cute.
Cigarette smoke is in the air, and obviously someone had been in there recently. I have always hated the scent of cigarette smoke, but I guess I need to get used to it considering.. well, yeah.

I wonder if there's an elevator..

Later, much later in the night.

I reached my dormitory and began setting up my room what feels like eons ago, but progress was made. So glad that I don't have to share with another lowlife English major.

Oof, sorry. Personal experience.

I sure ramble a lot, poor readers.
Anyways, as I was saying, my room is as set up as it can be considering the short amount of time. I have a mini fridge, so that's a plus. Major plus. More refrigerated goods for me, right? I was so focused on the mini fridge in my room that I didn't hear the pounding on my door.
How long have they been knocking?

I went to the door, groaning as blood flowed down from my head back down to my body. I opened the door.

I was met with the brownest eyes I have ever seen.

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