Her back is turned to me as she types away on her computer. Her eyes are concentrated on the screen however her black bangs fall over her porcelain skin, almost covering her eyes. While her mom argued with her about dying her hair, she decided to dye the tips an electric blue that matches her painted fingernails. Her hair is messy, with two french braids that she did last night before going to sleep. She’s discovered in the last few weeks that is more difficult than she expected to coordinate outfits with her new hair color but today she decided to wear a simple black turtleneck. She layered the turtleneck with a striped dress that she usually wears in the summer. The dress hugs her waist but flares out at the bottom. Her big hoop earrings, Doc Martens, and bright red lipstick complete the outfit.

She’s with her boyfriend studying in the library because she has a test on Monday that she has not started studying for yet. After her last exam went poorly, she promised herself that she would start studying on weekends but this new goal was proving to be more difficult than she anticipated. Every few minutes, her phone buzzes with notifications, and she can’t keep herself from texting her friends from back home. She misses home but the flights back home are too expensive to go anytime soon. Back at home, she always felt like she was suffocating because of her helicopter parents who wanted to control every aspect of her life. This is the reason why she decided to go to Skidmore and travel thousands of miles to start a new journey and learn to take care of herself.