It's the spring semester of your sophomore year in 1994. After missing a week of class, and endless calls from your classmates, they all collectively decided to come to your house to check on you. Eva, one of the latinas in your class, bangs on your door, knowing she's cool with you like that. After a few seconds, the door opens and they walk in, taking in your house and the decorations.

"Ms. G said she was worried about you. Said she wanted to see you, know that you're okay and not dead or nothing. How come you stopped showing up? I mean, you know us, you know me, you know I wouldn't judge you for nothing. We're all a family up in here, and we all have each other's backs."

Eva looks around, trying to get her friends to back her words up, nodding when they all nod and collectively murmur back to agree with her.

"So what's good with you, girl? I don't fuck with all that radio silence, no way in hell."