struggles

one.

alriiighty. ofc, this is antisxcialism's book s t r u g g l e s, but in the character collins vuitton's point of view. i will be using the introduction of s t r u g g l e s to start off this book, then a bit of third person view after that, thEn it will be in collins' point of view. go check out the story on her page to read it in the character elle hemsworth's perspective and also find the perspective of callum brooks and amelia on socialvibes' page.       **remember, the introduction belongs to antisxcialism, not me**

They strutted through the looming gates with a sense of importance - dangerous importance. The second you looked at them, you could just tell they were...different. Not in a good way, either. Each step they took left the ground screaming beneath them. The cheerful, modern atmosphere of the campus was dampened - but only slightly. Now students at Riverdale knew they had at least one problem on their hands. Only months later did they realise what a change those three people could on such a large group of individuals.

They wish they had never done so.

Fast asleep in the room of a condo in the campus of Riverdale College was a young man who seemed to be in dire need of sleep. His short, light brown hair was in a style you'd call 'bedhead' and every now and then, he would mumble something in his dreaming session.

It was the crack of dawn on campus and the only student anyone would presume awake at this time would be Callum Brooks. Almost to prove these words, Callum walked into the room and shined what seemed to be a police-grade flashlight on the face of the young man's face. His eyes suddenly opened, the bright blue irises almost glowing in the light.

"C'mon Collins, get your ass up," Callum muttered. His wild blond hair's outline shown brightly from the glow of the street lamp. After Collins' eyes adjusted, he saw Callum in his tøp pj top and black and white pants.

As he squinted his eyes, Collins grunted a couple words along the lines of "get the hell out of my room you crab," and rolled over. Callum merely rolled his eyes, turned off his flashlight and walked out of the room.

Ten minutes later, Collins found himself unable to go back to sleep. He stood up and walked to the bathroom and splashed his face with some water and walked upstairs to see Callum and Elle, his other roommate, trying to gather up leftovers for breakfast. Elle was tall, 5'7 ish, and had beautiful eyes that turned into a storm of gray whenever she got mad.

Deciding to brew up a storm in Elle's eyes, Collins tip-toed up to her and slammed his hands down on her shoulders and screamed one of the lines he was best known for.

"pEeK a bOo bIsH."

Elle reacted with what you'd expect- the usual 'throws hands in the air and screams as loud as she can', but this time, Elle had a carton of milk in her hand which her hand had hurled towards Callum. Collins burst out laughing and pointed at Cal, who now stood angrily covered in "the freshest 2% milk you've ever tasted!" Elle slowly turned around, staring daggers at Collins who was still laughing his ass off.

"Collins, what the hell, I could've gotten the milk on the new counters," Elle exclaimed.

"And I'm sure that would be absolutely atrocious," Callum commented as he wiped the milk from his eyes. Elle looked over to Callum and smiled scaredly while Collins stood there, arms crossed and smirking.

"Best start to the day," Elle muttered to herself and tossed a towel to Callum.