West Los Placebo Community College was the best community college for transferring, which attracted students from the surrounding areas in the hopes of achieving their dreams of saving money and transferring to an excellent educational institution.

Eliseo Solares was one of the many hopefuls, a bit lost and struggling, taking an excess of general education courses, pre-nursing, and some art classes. He took the bus every day, sitting with a gloomy expression at the bus stop and cramming some flashcards on his phone until he saw someone he hated from class.

"Not this fucker," he mumbled to himself. He adjusted his position on the bench to turn away childishly. His bangs fell over his face, obscuring his eyes, which were often described as dead inside. "Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me," he prayed to himself, his voice almost imperceptible.