Jane sighed and tapped her pen on her mythology text-book, it was a study day in the class and  Jane had finished all her assignments, so she had nothing to do. She looked around noticing the distinct lack of people in the desks around her. "... and no one to talk to." It wasn't a very popular class, most people were science majors in this school, but it was the closest place with the best tuition that offered the Mythological Studies major she wanted. Mercifully the class was over ten minutes later and she gathered her stuff before leaving quickly. She ignored all the students as she passed them, they didn't pay her much attention.  She walked the half a mile to her dorm building, her head down the whole time. As Jane stomped up the stairs she felt herself grow more and more irritated. Opening the door to her room she slammed it behind her before flopping on the bed, the one bed. They'd put her alone, and from what she gathered by basically forcing words out of her fellow students was that Jane was the ONLY one they put alone. She didn't know why, but ever since she'd come from her home in Seattle, she had the distinct feeling this town hated her, nobody spoke to her unless they had to, people didn't even turn their heads or smile when she walked down the street. The freaking pizza guy ran away from her before she could give him a tip... Her professors always made excuses as to why they couldn't meet with her... It sucked. She lay there staring at the ceiling willing herself not to start crying, she wanted to go home, admit college was a bust and just leave, but she couldn't, she wanted this, she didn't want to disappoint her parents. Jane was mad at herself for acting in a way she thought was bratty, it wasn't like she ever felt the need for people to pay attention to her before, but usually people were nice to her... Even if she just had a roomate she could make small talk with...<br/><br/>Jane sat up as an idea immediately came to mind. She got on her laptop and opened the word processing application, you could move out of the dorms if you wanted, and a college town meant there had to be other people around her age wanting to rent an apartment, if she had a roomate, they'd have to at least acknowledge her existence. She sounded desperate, and maybe she was, but the whole town pretending she wasn't there was driving her insane.... Twenty minutes later after fussing with her printer and borrowing a stapler gun from administration Jane was at the bus stop boarding the evening bus. It was dusk, the light slowly leaving over the hills and this way students would see the posters as they headed for their morning classes. She ignored the absolute silence as people moved towards the window sides of their seats when she passed, and sat in the back. Jane had a spark of hope for the first time since she'd arrived to Bel Air and nothing was gonna get her down, she got off at the bus stop by the college cafe a couple miles away. Walking up to the telephone pole she stapled a flyer to it. "Looking for a roomate, to rent an apartment with, young female in the local college, clean and well kept. If interested please contact me at-" At the bottom was her phone number. She'd have to tell them her name of course but she figured if she got someone who wasn't local they'd have no reason to hate her...<br/><br/>After putting up about fifteen more flyers it was dark and she was tired... The bus route was done for the day, but she was only a couple miles from the dorm so she decided to walk, tomorrow was Saturday, there was no hurry.