College. The one time in every kids life that they are supposed to remember forever as their "greater days". But in Gideon State University, a girl by the name Anya Willson will not remember these days as good ones.<br/><br/>Anastasia Willson used to be a good girl. At the beginning of the semester she created new friends quickly and actually enjoyed herself. Until one night at a party things got out of hand and her "friends" all turned against her, blaming her for the bad outcome and drama it entailed. She now walks around campus alone, with only her thoughts and her music to keep her company. It felt to her that the only one who was actually there for her anymore was her black cat Salem, who was allowed on campus because he was a registered support animal. Anastasia put her hood up and grabbed her pennyboard from where it stood leaning on the dresser and skated her way out of the residence hall and to the dining hall. She ate dinner alone as usual but she didn't mind it. All of the kids who attended the college were mostly rich and stuck up assholes anyway, she was there on scholarship and worked hard to get where she was.<br/><br/>Now Anastasia has had some history of depression and self harm but she hasn't done it in a while. She had gotten better thanks to the medication she was put on, but now even that wasn't helping her. Her hoodie covered long scars, both old and new ones that were covered by a long ace bandage wrapped around her arm.<br/><br/>Anya skated out from the dining hall and onto the quad and took a seat on the soft grass. Her sketchbook in her hands and her pencils at the ready, she flipped to an almost finished drawing of the large tree that sat in the middle of the quad. It's branches were beautiful to her, they stretched far up and looked as if they could touch the sky. Such a beautiful and old tree, going to draw this beauty of nature was comforting to her, and almost made her feel as if she wasn't alone.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted when some girls came and ripped the earbuds from her ears and took her sketchbook from her hands. These girls were Equine majors, so naturally Rich Horse Brats didn't know the beauty of art.<br/>"Wow! So pretty, unlike someone I know." The leader of the group snickered as she threw the book to the ground and rubbed it in the dirt, covering it in mud and wrinkling the papers. Anastasia's heart sank as she watched her masterpiece get completely ruined. She stood from where she sat, her fists balled.<br/>"Seriously? Was that really necessary?" She asked, her voice had a touch of sarcasm and a lot of anger in it as she chested up to the rich girl. Being the only poor girl who came from no money on campus was hard. Especially when everyone now hated her for childish reasons.