By: Allie Everhart


I pull out of the parking lot at the diner, almost turning left instead of right. My mind was set on driving home instead of to campus, my new home. My home for the next four years.

It’s strange I’m in college now. Strange in a good way. I couldn’t wait to move out of my house, away from my dad and Katherine. I’ll miss Lilly, my half-sister, but I live close enough that I can go see her whenever I want.

I search for a radio station as I drive down the one and only road that goes through town, if you’d even call it that. There’s not much here. The town is basically the college, with most of the population coming from the students and professors.

I turn next to the large stone entrance sign that reads, ‘Moorhurst College.’ It’s an exclusive, private college that’s very expensive. Some would say it’s overpriced, given that not many people have heard of it. But the classes are small and the professors are really good so I guess that’s how they justify the high price, not that they need to. The students who go here are all from wealthy families so the cost of tuition is irrelevant.

As I approach the campus, I notice how Moorhurst looks like one of those idyllic college settings used in movies. Old stone buildings covered in ivy line the perimeter of campus and in the center is a large open area of well-manicured grass dotted with massive shade trees.

I like the campus. It has that collegiate feel I wanted and isn’t too big. The dorms suck, but after growing up in a mansion, I’m sure I’d say that about any dorm room. But at least it’s mine. My own little oasis of freedom. Away from my family. I smile just thinking about that.

I park the car and my phone rings as I get out. I check to see who it is because if it’s my dad, I’m not answering it. This past week he’s lectured me about pretty much everything which is why I got the hell out of there the second they let us move into the dorms. Classes don’t start until the middle of next week so hardly anyone is on campus yet, but I’d still rather be here than back at my house.

I knew the lectures were coming. My dad’s convinced I won’t make it at college. He thinks I’ll get kicked out, or flunk out, or screw up some other way. It’s not like he thinks I’m not smart enough. He knows I am. I had good grades in high school and my SAT scores were way above average.

It’s the way I live my life that he doesn’t approve of. Unlike him, I don’t think life has to be so fucking serious all the time. You could die tomorrow so why spend today being miserable? You’d think my dad would get that after my mom died. You’d think he’d understand how life can change when you’re least expecting it. How you better enjoy today because tomorrow your life could all go to hell. Or in my mom’s case . . . end.

My dad forced me to go to Moorhurst because it’s only a half hour away from my house and he figures this way he’ll be able to keep an eye on me. Seriously? The guy’s never even home. I barely saw him for most of my high school years. Maybe if I’d seen him more, I wouldn’t have acted the way I did. Then again, even if I hadn’t partied so much, he’d still think I’m a screw-up. Nothing I ever do or say is good enough for him, which is why I’m not answering his calls. I’m not listening to yet another one of his reminders about what a shitty son I am.

Luckily it’s not my dad calling. It’s Decker, one of the few guys I hang out with who I actually consider a friend.

“Hey, Dek.” I click my remote to lock the car even though there’s hardly anyone on campus yet and even if there were, nobody would try to steal my car. Given the cost of tuition, I guarantee every other student here will have a car at least as expensive as mine. But I still lock the car because if I didn’t and someone did try to take it, I’d have to listen to my dad tell me for the millionth time how irresponsible I am.

“You going tonight?” Decker asks. I hear water running in the background, but it doesn’t sound like it’s coming from a faucet.

“Where exactly are you right now?” I shove my keys in my pocket and start walking to my dorm.

“I’m at home,” he says as the water turns to a trickle.