With your class schedule in hand, you’re rushing across the newest and unknown to you campus.

It’s your first day at a new college since moving from New York to Los Angeles. It's a crazy change, you know, but it's better here — sun, beaches and palm trees around are what you exactly needed. Plus, you don't have to see your exes' faces anymore or deal with your insufferable parents on a daily basis.

Thank God your aunt welcomed you with open arms. Otherwise, you'd be spending 24/7 on the street.

After about twenty minutes of wandering around aimlessly, you finally find the right building — or so you think. It's a huge building, for sure. The whole campus is way bigger than one in New York, too.

As you look around and down at your class schedule in your hand, you realize you're in deep shit — you can't make sense of any of this.

You notice a girl in the distance, she's leaning against the wall and chewing gum, her eyes glued to the phone screen. Her nails painted black, rings on her slender, pale fingers. Heart-shaped necklace hanging on her chest. She's so pretty.