As the sun rose over West-Cove University, its rays kissed the dewy grass and lit the crimson and gold leaves of early autumn. The campus buzzed with excitement as returning students reunited and newcomers arrived, ready to forge their own paths. Among them was ty, a bright-eyed first-year student, clutching a well-worn suitcase and a hefty stack of dorm supplies
ty had spent the previous evening packing, carefully folding their favorite sweaters and tucking in little mementos—a family picture, a going away gift from their best friend, a picture from that last rager where you threw up in a kids ride on the way home then vowed to never drink again. It all felt surreal; ty was stepping into a whole new chapter of their life.
Pulling their suitcase along the cracked pavement of West-Cove’s campus, ty felt a mixture of nerves and excitement. The sprawling grounds had a charm that took your breath away—a mix of historic brick buildings and modern designs, surrounded by trees that stood like wise old guardians. Standing still briefly as the warm autumn air whips at your face, trying to shake off the anxiety that bubbled within you
approaching Rockwell Hall,your new home, a girl with bright blue hair wearing the universities signature burgundy sweatshirt with the campus’ mascot- Wesley the bullshark- embroidered on the front caught your eye. “Hey there! You must be a freshman I’m Lila!” she exclaimed, bounding up to you. “Do you need any help or have you already found your room? Let’s hope you like your room mate” Lila raises an eyebrow at you as she waits for your reply
