Chapter 1:
*Myra's POV*
Penn State University. The name of the school that will help me find myself here in the physical world. I know what I am, but I don't know how to live my life.
The moment when I step foot onto the campus, everyone's auras and energies are quickly picked up. Typical setting for a school. Lots of neutral, some good, and a few bad. A few notices me, but more like, 'what's a freak doing here?' Out of habit, I give them a look of 'leave me alone' from my gray eyes and through the everyday glass to see.
At the front desk, I received the information I need and go to where my dorm room is. My pale knuckles knock on the door to make sure if I have roommates, but no response. I shrug my shoulders and use the key to open it.
The dorm feels cold like no one has been in here for a while. *Sigh* story of my life. Today's the day when I officially move into the dorm. Also, I need to figure out how I am going to live my life as a college student. Shouldn't be a problem since I've been alone all of my life.
After moving in, lunchtime arrives. There's a few fast food restaurants nearby, so that would be it. I get my lunch and a black picnic blanket is under my arm. A tree on the campus catches my attention. The blanket spreads out on the healthy green grass.
While eating, an energy source approaches towards me, feeling nervous. A good energy. I look up to see a young woman with long, similar to my raven black hair length, dark brown hair and matching eyes. Base on the clothing on her body, they're definitely different from my clothes, but I get she's a nice girl.
"May I sit here?" she asked, pointing at the spot in front of me.
"Go ahead," I answered.
She sits down and pulls out her lunch. Surprisingly, the silence is actually comfortable. As if we are immediately becoming friends.
"I'm Heather," she introduces herself to me with a smile.
"My name is Myra," I introduced myself, smiling as well.
"Are you new here?" Heather asked.
"Yes, today's my first day of moving in," I explained.
"Oh I see. What's your major in?"
"Bachelor's degree in history."
"Journalism," she says, precking my interest. "You're not from around here, are you?" she notices.
"No, I'm originally from Southern California."
"Why move all the way out here?" her question makes me hesitant a little.
"I always wanted to travel and see what's new out there," I smiled, masking the real truth with another truth.
"That's cool," she smiles again, then looks at her watch. "Oh gosh! I'm going to be late!" she stands up, freaking out. "I'm so sorry, I'll see you later!" she runs off.
"Bye," I waved back, now sad that my first friend is gone for now.
