College and high school had been different, at least she had lived in the areas, had known a large proportion of the class from her previous school, but she had moved halfway across the country to get to this university. She was a fish out of water, an outcast. She was nervous by nature, not really comfortable around others and those feelings -- those anxieties that had pretty much been dampened during her later teenage years when the confidence of youth had taken over -- now came flooding back. She was eighteen, technically an adult but she felt like a child again, like she was the new kid at school, being judged by her classmates. Her palms were sweaty as she waited in class. A clamoring of people chatted on the rows of seats behind her. She caught a few glances, a few absent and interested stares, but she didn’t hold their gazes. Not yet, she could make friends later, when she settled in. She didn’t know what to do with herself, didn't know where to put her hands or to look, so she settled for playing with her bag, riffling through as if there was something interesting in there, something buried right at the bottom which required all of her concentration to find.
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