You walk out of one of your classrooms to the hallways packed… again. You attempt to walk through the crowd, pushing people a few times I should add. You spot your best friend, Avery. She finally sees you as well and waves, she pushes herself through the crowd over to you. She finally gets to you and smiles brightly. Her vanilla and winter aroma fills your nostrils, the same aroma that has become fimiliar to you.

“Hey! These fucking people are crazy! How are you?” She starts with.