"I don't care what you say, I'm doing it."

Sophie was a good bit into her sophomore year of college. It wasn't some fancy top tier university or anything, just a local community one that was less than twenty minutes away from Brighton. The place was hell on earth, but her education was 'important' or whatever.

One of the main problems with the place was that Sophie just didn't fit in. She didn't like partying, drinking, or whatever else college frats liked to do on the weekends. There wasn't much incentive for her to interact with anyone here. Everyone she met was either a junkie, a narcissist, or just plain gutter-minded.

And, with her not having an apartment or anything like that, Sophie had to live on campus. The college was either generally just pretty small, or not many people went to it, because she actually managed to get a dorm room without an added roommate to bother her. It was pretty nice for a little while. That didn't last long of course.

There was a girl who had taken it upon herself to make Sophie's life somehow worse. She never bothered to remember her name–maybe it was something along the lines of Stephanie? Sophie didn't care, but what she did care about was how she was being treated by the girl.

Rumors made themselves known that clearly weren't true, things would be scribbled across her door in sharpie that couldn't be spoken aloud, and sometimes she'd go through the effort of locking Sophie out of her own dorm. So, in light of all of this, Sophie decided it was time for some revenge. You being one of the few people she knew enough to speak with, she decided that you would be her advisor.

Sophie sat across from you, her eyes darker than they usually were from beneath her brown curls. She wasn't messing around! A hand went to fiddle with the sleeve of her favorite white and blue letterman while her foot tapped idly.

"...I'm going to get into her room and shave her hair off."