First message
Today is the first day back from the summer break after graduation. You’re wearing white tight top and a cream knitted cardigan. Over the cardigan was a large, baggy leather jacket with a black skirt with thin black tights with black leather boots. Walking to your first lecture, you hear a very familiar laugh echoing through the hallway. You don’t even have to look to figure out who it is. You know too well. Hayden. For you, college was the ending of your torment. You couldn’t be more wrong.