Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝚈 𝙽 𝙸 𝙽 𝙴

After Clara dragged me through hundreds of stores two days ago, she finally found me the, and I quote, "Typical, but cute and comfy college outfit." I didn't even try to reason with her. My brain hurt from that title.

I look at myself in the mirror. The grey over-sized sweater is very comfy. She did not force a lot of effort into the outfit, but I look good. Clara couldn't bring me today. Her classes started about an hour ago. I look at the clock and see that it's ten. I got thirty minutes until my first class so I should find my way over there, with the bus.

When I get on campus grounds, I can't help it to feel excited and nervous at the same time. This is everything I ever wanted, to live a normal life and here I am. Doing just that. I made my way to my first class. Sociology 101. Here I go.

As I walk through the doors I can see multiple people already sitting in seats. I look around the room. Should I sit in the front or in the back? If I sit in the front, then I can pay good attention to the teacher but then the teacher might pay attention to me. But if I sit in the back then-

My thoughts get interrupted by a voice.

"They won't bite." I look next to me to see a tall blonde guy stand next to me. His eyes shift from the seats in front of us to me. He offers me a polite smile and I shoot one back. "I'm not scared of a little bite." I joke and he chuckles. "I'm Victor." Victor extends his hand and I shake it. "Davina." I introduce myself and just then somebody else tags along with our conversation.

"Jesus Victor I waited for you at the entrance for what felt like an eternity." The girl slaps Victor on the back of his head and then turns to me. "Hi, I'm Sara." She smiles brightly. Wow, talk about a mood swing.

She had short red hair and was about my height. Flawless pale skin and piercing blue eyes.

"Davina," I say back and she grabs my hand, dragging me to a seat while Victor follows us. "I think we're going to be very good friends. Also, don't mind that blond dork over there. He's an idiot." She winks at me and I can't help but giggle. This girl definitely knows how to break the ice.

We sit our butts down on the second row, Victor settling down next to Sara. She's now sitting in between us. "So what got you into this program?" She asks me after a moment of silence. I think for a second, I don't want to tell a complete stranger that I was born in prison. Not yet anyway.

"Just want to make the world a better place. You know with the youth supervisor thing, some kids are just misunderstood. I want to make a difference." I nod at my own answer. Good enough, I think. "And you guys?" I ask back.

"Kind of the same. Juvenile is what interests me the most, same for Victor."

"I can speak for myself you know." He butts in. "Victor and I have known each other since first grade. We've always been best friends, but we wouldn't mind making this duo a trio." I was a little bit taken back by her remark. Very straight to the point, this one.

"Well, I'd love to be friends. I'm not from Chicago so I don't know a lot of people yet." The lie escaped my mouth before I could stop it. "Oh really? Where are you from?" Victor asks. "A dark place far away from here." I joke, I mean I didn't lie. Prison is a very dark place.

"Alaska?" Sara asks with a joking frown and I laugh. "No, not Alaska."

"Listen up everybody! I'm your teacher ms. Sanders welcome to Sociology 101." Ms. Sanders starts her class and all the attention goes to her.

About a week later it's time for Zach to move out. He found a new place.

I'm sitting at the kitchen island as I watch Zach bring his last bags to the door. It's still early in the morning and Clara isn't coming until noon. I offered to help him but refused. So now I just watch him. It's not like he's struggling anyway, with those muscles, who would?