It was just Riley’s luck that they would get stuck at a transfer in the middle of a snow storm. They had wanted to get to UCLA a week early to ease into their new life as an undergrad, but looked like that wouldn’t happen. Riley just prayed that their luggage wouldn’t get lost in this chaos. Every last possession of Riley was in their small, floral print, carry on they were dragging behind them, their red backpack, or in the suitcase That was somewhere in this airport.<br/><br/>Riley called their parents and let them know they were fine. They could hear their mom crying about leaving their baby all alone and how she knew she should have came with. By the time Riley got off the phone, they realized it had gotten very late, and they would need to rush to catch the Sheridan Van.<br/><br/>Riley ran through the airport wearing a red striped sweater, over a white blouse, white frilly shorts over their purple pantyhose, a warm hat, with cat ears, a lace chocker, skull hair pin, and some flats, not suited for this running.  Finally Riley makes it to the van out of breath. “Is, is there still room for me on the Van?” Riley says between gasps for air.