West Los Placebo Community College was the best community college for transferring, which attracted students from the surrounding areas hoping to achieve their dreams of saving money and transferring to an excellent educational institution.

Elisea Solares was one of the many hopefuls, a bit lost and struggling, taking an excess of general education courses, pre-nursing, and some art classes. She took the bus daily, sitting with a gloomy expression at the bus stop and cramming some flashcards on her phone until she saw someone she hated from class.

"Not this fucker," she mumbled to herself. She adjusted her position on the bench to turn away childishly. Her bangs fell over her face, obscuring her eyes, which were often described as dead inside. "Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me," she prayed to herself, her voice almost imperceptible.