Life at Princeton is hard. Especially when you're an 18 year old teenager living in Los Angeles, California..
I was just moving into my apartment (dorm), 1386 Raven Ave. and getting ready to enroll into Princeton State High School for Honors students.
I pulled out my phone to call my foster mother to tell her that I was here. I am here because I won a free year here at the best school in America.

Princeton State High School for Honors Students is very similar to Princeton University. In fact, Princeton University started to sponsor this school the same year it was built so that the students in this school could go from Princeton State High School to Princeton University. You can only enroll there if you have been sent a special letter telling you that you have been chosen to enroll there.

After I got done unloading majority of my stuff, I struggled as I went all the way up the stairs and got the boxes into my dorm. As I was about to get the last box from out of the car, someone approached me about offering to help.

??: Excuse me Miss, do you need any help?

I looked up and saw a guy who was very tall, had a Carmel skin tone, shades, and a wife beater which was covered by his black jacket. I personally thought that he was handsome.

Suesie: No thanks, I got it.

I said grabbing the box. I started walking towards the door and tried to get the door open. I only ended up dropping the box.

??: Come on now. Let me help you.

With a sigh I gave in.

Suesie: Fine.

He grabbed the box and started to walk up the stairs. I followed him up the stairs until he stopped as soon as we got on the first floor.

??: What's your room number?

Suesie: Umm. B18

He looked at me and smiled.

??: How coincidental

Suesie: How so?

??: Your room is right across from mine.

Suesie: Oh.

I said uneasily. We went to my room and I opened the door.

??: Is this all?

Suesie: Yeah.

He looked around conspicuously and looked at a picture of my mother.

??: Who is this?

Suesie: My... My mother.

I said remembering what had happened to her...

-----Flashback-------

I was five years old and I was sleeping peacefully in my room. Then she came into my room and kissed me gently and said,

SM: I'm going out Sue, I'll be back I promise.

Then she walked out of the house and I heard a gunshot as soon as the door closed. I stayed put into my room until the police came.

-----Flashback Over----

I let a tear fall down my face as I closed my eyes, remembering all of the good times we had together. I turned around to have my tears wiped away. I had more than one tear?

??: Miss....

Suesie: Suesie.

??: Suesie, why are you crying?

Suesie: It's nothing.

I said feeling his warm hand caress my face. He gave me a look that said that he didn't believe my statement. I sighed and sat onto my bed.

??: What is it?

He said rubbing my back.

Suesie: She was shot and murdered when I was little.

I said with my voice starting to crack. Then it dawned upon me that I didn't know this stranger's name.

Suesie: What's your name?

He smiled at me and looked down.

??: Christopher. But everyone just calls me Chris for short.

Suesie: Oh okay.

I looked outside, it was starting to get a little late. Outside it was a yellowish and some sort of reddish orange. I got up and opened the door.

Suesie: Well, it's getting very late and I have to get up early tomorrow because I have to take a tour around the facility.

Chris: Right, right.

He said while getting up.

Chris: Hey, um. Maybe I can show you around?

I smiled.

Suesie: Indications appoint out that it would be very advantageous for me to join you on that expedition to explore the college tomorrow.

Chris looked at me and smiled.

Chris: You like to use big words, huh?

Suesie: Yeah what's wrong with that?

I said defensively.

Chris: Calm down. Nothing's wrong with it, it's just that I find it cute when a girl is into using big words.

He said and then walked out waving goodbye. I blushed as he said that and looked down as I closed the door. What a day....