That afternoon I was in my room writing in my diary. I would die if anyone ever read it. I've been writing in it since my freshmen year in high school. Right now I was writing about my new friends: Oozma Kappa. I was sitting on my bed with my red notebook and a pencil in my claw.

Dear Finn,

College is great! I made new friends. Art is such an amazing friend. Despite his extraordinary personality. He's the one I've been the closest to. Don is a great guy to talk to. We like telling each other jokes and stories. He's like an uncle to me so far. Squishy is adorable, but in a friendly way. He's the one who invited me into his home. Such a sweetheart! His mom is very loving with a big heart. She's the kind of woman to go to for advice. I'm in love with the Perries! Terri has a fantastic sense of humor. He can crack a joke anytime. Terry is a bit quiet sometimes; and a little bit shy around me. But I'll get him to be loud. Although I've only known these guys for a little while, I can still feel a close connection between them. I feel lucky to have such amazing friends.

Much Love,

Ar

I closed my notebook and smiled to myself. I looked out my window and admired the sunset. I thought deeply about Terry. He never really talks to me. I'm sure he doesn't hate me. He just shy, that's all. He'll eventually open up. I put my notebook under my bed and decided to go downstairs to see what the guys were doing. I was opened my door to go out, but my blue scarf got caught on the latch of the door knob. I yanked my scarf, but I yanked it too hard. I tripped over my feet sent myself flying backwards when I was caught by two pairs of arms.

"Are you ok," Terry asked as he and Terri put me back on my feet.

I laughed nervously, "Yeah. My scarf got with the door and I yanked it too hard."

"You might want get that fixed," Terri said pointing to my ripped scarf.

"Oh, yeah. So what are you guys up to?" I asked as fixed my scarf around my neck.

"We're going to bake cookies." Terri and Terry said in unison.

"You guys can bake?" I asked eagerly with bright eyes.

Terri put a hand on his hip and polished his knuckle with his sweater while Terry rolled his eyes at him. I giggled at their actions.

"Well I have been baking for quite a few years now. I guess you could say that I'm a professional baker," said Terri. Terry looked at his brother in disbelief and with a skeptical tone he said,

"Terri you can barely flip a pancake with it going out of the pan."

Then he glanced at me with a small grin.

"And I do all the work by the way."

"Hey put a lot of effort when we bake."

"Well that effort isn't enough."

"OK so you do most of the work, but at least I do some work."

Terry rolled his eyes at his obnoxious brother.

"Do you wanna help us bake Ar."

"Ar?" Terri asked.

"Her nickname" Terry said.

"Yeah. When I was little I would always ask my mom questions like 'are we going to the dentist', 'are we gonna go out for dinner', 'are you still afraid of the dark'. So ever since then my mom called me Ar."

I glanced over at Terry who was now smiling.

"You remembered my nickname," I said playfully punching his arm. I saw him blush a bit.

"I guess I just have a good memory."

There was an awkward silence until Terri broke it.

"So are we gonna go bake or what?"

"Let's go," I said as we began walking downstairs.