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</div>She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. This was her second university party. The first had left her a bit distant from everyone. She knew no one in town, let alone those in her classes. While it was typical for most college students to come to a new town and immediately connect with people, Chelsea was a bit out of her element. This was a busy city where people could be out at all hours of the night. No one slept, and it wasn't something she was used to. In fact, she was used to quiet songs of crickets, the smell of falling leaves in the fall, and most of all, the peace that came with it. In the city, it was almost chaos. Had she not received a partial scholarship, she would have never chosen to go to this school.<br/><br/>She had been at school for only a few weeks when the first party came around. Fliers were pinned to notice boards and stapled to every utility pole on campus. In an effort to put herself out there, she had gone to the party, only to come home alone and disappointed. Whether it was in herself or her fellow classmates, she wasn't sure. All she felt was that deep pit of depression hit her like a ton of bricks. Lonliness could do a thing to a small country bumpkin like her. Thankfully, after a few days, the feelings washed away as if nothing really happened. It was only when she heard about this party one of her classmates was throwing did she question herself whether she was really wanting to set herself up for another few days of despair, or if she was going to just spend the time studying. Of course she knew what her parents would say, but if she didn't at least try, how was she going to make many friends on campus?<br/><br/>Chelsea turned her body left, and then turned her body to the right, each time looking herself over in the mirror in an attempt to find any flaws in her outfit or the way she held herself. Constantly scrutinizing herself, she let out another sigh, only to throw the white dress she was going to wear on top of the pile of clothes on her bed. Another dud. At this point, she thought she'd have more attention going naked instead of going in anything she owned.<br/><br/>Eyeing an old green scoop-neck sweater and a pair of worn jeans, Chelsea settled on her typical attire--jeans and a top. Nothing fancy, nothing too flashy, and nothing she didn't care too much about if things got messy. If someone couldn't accept the way she was, she didn't want to be around them anyway. Still, there was that nagging feeling about acceptance and the desire to feel accepted lingering in the back of her mind. She had hoped that the second time was the charm.<br/><br/>Freshman year so far had it's ups and downs. The fall brought a similar crisp-air that she was used to at home, but it was only cold and not full of the scents she was used to. The dorms were a bit overcrowded and the food left something to be desired, but it also meant she was on her own. It was her first step towards adulthood. If she couldn't stick out the rough, how was she going to make it through her other courses?<br/><br/>Determined not to let the lonely college life get to her, Chelsea walked the few blocks to the other block of dorm-houses that lined the edge of the busy college campus. It was where most of the upperclassmen resided, whereas the dorms more central to the classrooms were left to the freshmen and sophomores. Typically any juniors or seniors lived either off campus, or in the dorm-houses.<br/><br/>Chelsea's chestnut bangs flew about in the night air as she made her way up the steps to the Baker House dorms. She could hear music from the street blaring and see people hanging about on the stoop and on the small patios above. Everyone seemed to have red solo cups in hand chatting with each other, ignoring the new girl approaching.<br/><br/>As she entered the open dorm, Chelsea smiled nervously at anyone who passed. As soon as she found the table that housed the many drinks offered, she quickly began to pour a large whisky and coke. If she were to ever make it through the night, she was going to need it for courage.