The Beginning

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"HAYDEN COME HERE" shouted a fuzzy figure "IM COMING! geez hold your horses" mumbled Hayden grabbing her toys. She turned around walking towards her friend but as she got closer they got farther and farther until she couldn't see them at all. Then everything went white.

Hayden shot up cold sweat and tears running down her face. "What the heck was that about" she said wiping the tears off there face. 'Who was that' thought Hayden trying to recall her dream. "Ugh my head" she mumbled as she rubbed her temple. She grabbed her bottle of anti-depressants and headed downstairs

She looked around the house for a bit "and as usual, no one is home" she sighed grabbing a water from the fridge. "Ugh I hate you" Hayden said shaking her bottle of anti-depressants. "First day of collage and no one is here, I'm glad I have a supportive family"

------Haydens perspective------
I pulled up to the university and I cringed at the thought of having roommates. "Ew people" I mumbled eyeballing the preppy pink girls that giggle down the stairwell. After I finished doing all the paper work and getting all the info I need I headed to my dorm.

I was getting lost in these stupid freaking hallways when I bumped into a wall. Wait no, not a wall, NOT A WALL. "Sorry I didn't mean to bump into..." I looked up to see this wall of a person. "Holy fuck" she's hot she's hot holy shot she's hot! "Excuse 00me?" They chuckled "oh shit sorry no your face it startled me.

'Oh wait' "What wait is there something on my face" they said rubbing there face. "No there nothing on your face your face is just so pretty it kind of like shocked me" they raised a brow at me "wait uh sorry I can't English sometimes". I'm just gonna die now

So after that awkward encounter I FINALLY found my dorm room. Shit now I have to deal with my room ma- oh fuck me. I opened the door to find the wall of a person sitting on the other side of the room unpacking. She turned around "oh hey there we just keep running into each other don't we" Oh kill me

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