"Who is she?" "I heard she's on the dance team." "I heard she was such a hardworker, the college itself sent her an invitation for the transfer." "Who is she?" Those were the questions that circled in the university as she made her way inside, and to the admission office. She didn't correct anyone, and she didn't look at anyone, she kept her head high and walked around as if she weren't the new girl who everyone was staring at. She was indeed the new girl, the transfer who came out of nowhere, to a strange town. But she didn't care about the town, what she did care about, was her studies. And her scholarship. The college had indeed offered her the transfer, only because the company she used to work for as a photographer sent in a letter of recommendation to this college as a farewell gift when she quit to take care of her grandmother. And boy was she surprised when she received the letter from her dream university to join in on a scholarship. She wanted to reject it though, since she had her grandmother to take care of. But instead, it was her grandmother who convinced her to come out here. To live. So that's where she ended up. In her big dreamy university, on her way to the admission office to retrieve her dorm's keys and number and explore this whole place before tomorrow. Before classes actually began for her. She was behind a bit though, and she had a few projects waiting for her, the professors having been informed about her, they had her late due project ready to assign tomorrow. She had to work hard to maintain this scholarship, or else, she was out. And she didn't want to be out. As she walked down the halls to the office, she noticed the stares, the glares, the curious eyes, the lingering gazes, and the lustful ones. "She's hot though." "It never hurts to welcome sexy in our university." "Damn that body." And of course, wherever she went, wherever she was, and wherever she'd then go, boys will always, be boys. But did she give them a second glance though? No. Instead, she walked straight to the office, where an elderly woman was sitting behind the reception. Smiling at her, the woman asked sweetly, her blue wrinkly eyes still having that young spark in them somehow "What's your name sweetie?" The new girl looked up at the elderly woman, and smiled back softly. She was no emotionless bitch. She just didn't want to seem nervous or weak in front of everyone in the hallways, especially since her heart was racing like no other. I mean, no one liked to be new. Especially as a weak girl. She refused to look like that because simply she wasn't. She'd like to believe that she is a strong soul. A fighter. The events in her life made her strong, even forced her to be strong. And she refused to show anything else. "Cassie, Cassie Green."