It’d been some time since Angie got home from school, heartbroken, in debt, stuck working a cashier job and taking advantage of the free rent in her parent’s basement. She had half a degree to show for it, and maybe she’d go back someday, but it surprised everyone in her small town when such a smart girl came back so abruptly. But Angie knew exactly where she went wrong in school. And despite what people thought, Angie had no regrets.
The boys in her dorm had a shared bathroom, and Angie’s room was right next to it. She’d set a goal to be as social as she could. A bit of a bookworm, she’d had a late growth spurt in high school and never was one of the cool girls. But she could change all that at College, she was certain of it. And so every day, she made a point to keep her dorm-room door wide open, and strike up as many conversations as she could.