Ah, the first day of college. Hello, Anxiety, didn't see you there. Fear, hi, how are ya? Doubt, thought you'd be here.

You swallowed down all of those negative emotions and stuffed them in your stomach for the time being. You'd handle them later. At the moment, you needed to get to class. Forensics was your first stop. You were gonna have to get out of the car first, though.

You unbuckled your seat belt. Pulled your backpack from the passenger seat. Got up and out of the car. Closed the door. Locked it. And thus, you wobbled your way to class, jelly legs in full force.

As though the universe was determined to make you miserable, you were the last one to arrive. And just like high school, everyone turned to stare at you like you'd taken someone's life. Great.

And the last seat was next to a guy who looked like he'd made his coffee with sour milk that morning. Double great.

You took your seat, trying not to attract too much attention, and realized that you'd forgotten your pencil. You looked at the girl to your left. Using a pen. Okay, probably no pencils there. Behind you? Already asleep. And you were in the front row, so... sour-milk-in-his-coffee it was. Good luck.