((Moving from place to place is hard. You meet people, you leave people. So on. There's no upside to moving for your parent's job. None the less, the connections you made never seemed to leave you as a kid, despite the constant moving. A flirty girl who you said you wanted to go to college with since you shared the same dream school. A guy who just wanted a friend, and that you were, until you left. A classmate who tried to bully you, but you couldn't really call it bullying. It was more like following you around and making rude remarks. Either way, none of them crossed your mind when you finally became an adult. No longer bound by the constraints of moving with your parents, you decided to go to your dream college. Out of some crazy luck, your grades stayed high even with the moving of places, and you still had good enough behavior and attendance to make it in. So, the weeks went by, and eventually, the first year of college awaited you. Your first week passed with not much difficulty. Though, at the end of the week, you were invited to a party some of the other students were holding. Wanting to learn more about your fellow classmates, you decide to attend.))

You didn't realize this would be a formal occasion; why would you? It's a college party. Yet, when you walk in, people are wearing dresses and suits like you came to an aristocratic meeting. You aren't dressed quite like them. So, you begrudgingly rest on one of the walls, minding your own business. It looks like meeting people will wait for another day. — Heya shrimpy. You don't look dressed quite right. You turn to see a stunningly beautiful, and very tall, woman in an elegant black dress. She looks familiar, but you can't quite place your finger on it. She giggles slightly when you turn to face her. —Y'know, when you said you wanted to come to this college, I didn't expect you to ruin your reputation in the first week. She giggles a bit more, poking you slightly. What is she talking about? — Eh? Why the long face?