Chapter 1:

There's always some light in the darkness.

Freshman Orientation Schedule

Starts: 3:00 pm

Pick up class schedule at the main office on campus after orientation.

Dorm rooms have already been assigned.

The Room # is at the top of the schedule.

Classes start 8:30 Monday morning for incoming Freshman.

DON'T BE LATE!

I sighed as I floded my schedule and place it in my pocket. I caught up with the crowd, as I heard my name being called.

"Sabra!" I heard familiar voices yell. I turned around to see my old MSA friends Moose and Camille. I smiled as I basically attacked them both with a hug.

"Camille! Moose! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I laughed.

"Hello Sabra." Moose's mom said. I smiled as I hugged both of my best firend's parents.

"Hey Mrs. A, and Mr. A. Good to see you again." I replied.

"Okay just one more picture." Mrs. A said. Me, Moose, and Camille squeezed together as Camille smiled while me and Moose made silly faces and I chucked the deuces up. I was wearing this.

Hair, make-up, looks, jewelry, top, and hat: /entry/27662167/via/PrincessOfPunk

Shorts: /entry/27845531/via/PrincessOfPunk

Shoes: /entry/26265068/via/PrincessOfPunk

Body: /entry/26879069/via/PrincessOfPunk

Yeah, that's me. I'm 19 years young and fuckin' loving it! Let's continue!

Moose, Camille, and I said goodbye to his parents and caught up with the group. All of a sudden, Moose gets distracted by something. Nothing new there.

"Yo, Sabra! Check these shoes out!" I looked in the direction he pointed. "Those are limited edition Gun Metal Nike Dunks! Camille, please do me and Sabra here a huge favor and cover for us? Please?"

She sighed, knowing she wasn't going to win. She nodded her head yes, and Moose and I raced after the dude in the shoes. Next thing I know, Moose and I are watching a dance battle. Some rookie was getting his ass handed to him by some dude in black. He was looking-

"Holyshit! He's pretty damn gorgeous!" I said, not realizing I said it aloud until I saw him smirk my way. I felt my cheeks heat up. I was blushing. Suddenly, Moose got shove out of the crowd and into the circle. I went wide eyed.

"I bet on the skinny kid!" someone yelled. I laughed. This is why I loved dance battles.

"Naw man! Kid Darkness all the way!" someone else yelled. So he went by Kid Darkness? Cute. So Kid started the battle off, and then it just went back and forth between the both of them. We were now by the balloons, and Kid grabbed a purple balloon and handed it to me. I smiled. How'd he know I liked purple? Maybe it was just a coincidence. I blushed brightly as he continued with the dance battle. Then, Moose jumped off of the bench thing, and made the balloons go everywhere, ending the battle.

"Hey he's over here! This is the guy you want!" the balloon guy yelled.

"Come on man! They're after you!" the dude with the special Nike's said. I didn't know which way to go, so I went with Moose and the dude. I kept looking over my shoulder at Kid Darkness. He smirked at me one last time, before I continued running.

We were nearing up on a hot dog stand now, and I had a feeling that I wouldn't be able to dodge it, so I did what Nike dude did. I jumped through it. Yes, THROUGH it! That was the best rush I've had since I stopped dancing. Finally, we stopped running, and Nike dude opened a gate.

"What are you doing?" Man, my ribs hurt! Shew, it's like burning, man. Hey, that was sick. You were like a ninja, man!" Moose said.

"Thanks. You were pretty great yourself. You should dance. Here," he grabbed a flyer off of the wall, "this is the biggest dance battle in the world. This is the most money they've offered in years. You're good enough, and my crew and I can use all the help we can get."

"No man. I'm just a student at NYU; technical engineer." Moose replied.

"Well, you're gonna be dancing too, right?" he asked.

"No, bro. Dancing was cool for us in high school, but it's time to grow up." I answered for him. Moose looked at me shocked.

"You two have no idea what you did out there, do you? You're BFABB." He said. I looked at him, amazed.

"Born from a boom box, right?" I asked him.

"Exactly. How'd you know?" he asked. I looked down.

"That's what my grams and mom told me when I used to dance. I'm Sabra, by the way." I replied. I got a good look at his face and smiled. It was Luke.

"Yeah, I know, and you shouldn't give up what comes naturally to you, Sabra." He said. I smiled. Moose looked generally lost but shrugged it off.

"I'm Robert Alexander III, thanks for asking. But just call me Moose." Moose spoke up. We laughed at him. Then Luke uncovered a sick car!

"Get in. What you guys saw in the park was just the beginning." He said. I shook my head.

"I gotta go to the campus and grab my clothes that I hid there." I said backing away. "Fill Moose in on how we know each other. I still know where the house is, so I'll see you guys there."

"Alright. Later!" Moose said getting in the car. Luke nodded to me and waved. They started driving, and I just looked at them.

"Deuces!" I yelled after them. I knew something was going to happen.