5. First day

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As I walked onto the vibrant campus of St.Martins University, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear, nervousness and some little bit of excitement. It was a cloudy day with some signs of rain likely to follow but I could still feel the palpable energy in the air as I made my way through the students who were laughing and chatting with one another..

Holding my schedule tightly in my hands, I made my way to the main building. As I entered the crowded hallway, I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me. Where was I supposed to go? Would I even be able to find the class?

Taking a deep breath, I approached the most friendly face I could see. It was a girl with long black hair tied in a ponytail wearing khaki pants and a pink t-shirt. "Hello, I'm Mike," I said with a smile. " It's my first day here. Please show me Room 66."
The girl smiled back at me and pointed in the direction of the stairs. "Hi, I'm Mimi, nice to meet you! Room 66 is on the third floor, just go up those stairs till you reach the third floor and the first room to your right is it. I'm actually headed there too so you can come along if you'd like."

Relieved to have some guidance, I followed Mimi to her class and many other students joined in, most who were Mimi's friends. They chatted about their majors and university life.

When we finally reached room 66, I felt a sense of relief and took a seat right next to Mimi and then sat back and listened eagerly as the professor started the lecture.
As the day went on, I found myself navigating through the campus with more confidence though I didn't talk to anyone else except for Mimi.

As l walked back to my hostel apartment in the evening, I couldn't help but smile at this new opportunity life had given me..

My mind still reeled in shock and disbelief. How could this really be true? I was in prison for murder forty eight hours ago and now I was a student at a University. I took a deep breath and thought about everything all over again. My heart pounded in my chest as I recalled the deal I made with Tiffany.

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