Boston, Massachusetts was a lot different from Hawkins, Indiana. Louder, busier streets that were clustered, less nosy people, big buildings. It was the opposite of the life her parents lived. She was doing what she wanted to do. It was perfect.

So far, at least.

With her arms full of boxes, a stuffed bookbag on her back, and the handle of a suitcase barely following behind her, she struggled into her dorm room. The lack of hands caused her to stumble in as the door flung open. A clumsy entrance for her roommate to meet her.

And there you were.