Micah was running really late—once again his teacher held him back in class for an extra lesson. He was running around the campus like a mad person, carrying his violin case under his arm and his backpack slung over the other. This was a typical day for freshman Micah. He had just moved in from out of state and still wasn’t quite adapted into the college community. Well, with the geeks he was. Within the first few terms he had been in college, he had already advanced to being one of the heads to the math club for good grades. He fit in with those people quite easily. With his thick, big framed glasses, button-up shirt, and his suspenders that kept his rolled up jeans from falling off of his tiny waist--- he was the perfect little nerd. As he ran through the campus, dire to make it to his math club on time, his red, curly locks bounced around.<br/><br/>Micah knew that if he missed one more math club, he was going to be put on probation and that was something Micah would die because. The club wasn’t too far away from Micah now, and he started to push people out of his way and duck under others. Finally he made it to the lonesome study hall---probably the most deserted because of a recently built study hall on the other side of the campus. A few doors flew by him and Micah arrived at the door, panting in exhaustion. He shuffled his violin to his other side so he could open the door, bursting it. “I’m sorry I am late! I---- I---“, he started to wheeze. Instantly he dropped his stuff where he stood and pulled out his emergency inhaler he kept in his pocket. With a few pushes of the button, he was back to at least what was normal for Micah. “I…. I was running late. PLEASE DON’T KICK ME OUT, I’LL DO ANYTHING!”