(Avery)
(Two Years Later)
I walked across campus with my psychology textbook under my arm, heading to meet my study group at the library. The fall air was crisp, and leaves crunched under my feet.
Two years. It had been two years since that weekend at the lake house. Two years since everything changed.
College was nothing like Prestwick. Here, I had friends. Real friends. At Prestwick, I didn't have any friends at all. People either bullied me or ignored me completely.
"Avery, wait up!" someone called.
I turned to see Maya running toward me. She was in most of my psychology classes and had become one of my closest friends.
"Hey," I said when she caught up. "Ready to study?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," she said. "This exam is going to kill me."
We walked together toward the library
