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A New Beginning
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2025-08-01 21:50:31Ari's POV
The bus hissed to a stop like it was sighing in relief after a long journey. I sat still for a moment, fingers curled around the fraying straps of my backpack, watching the other students rush out as if they couldn’t wait to disappear into this new world. My chest felt tight. Not from excitement—but from nerves. From the heavy knot of what ifs twisting behind my ribs. What if I got lost? What if I said the wrong thing? What if they looked at me the way people always did? With one shaky breath, I stood and followed them off the bus. The heat slapped me in the face the second I stepped down. The afternoon sun was blazing, cooking the concrete beneath my sneakers. I adjusted the hood of my oversized sweatshirt to keep my ears hidden and looked around. The campus was alive in a way that made my head spin. Students buzzed like bees, dragging suitcases, hugging old friends, laughing too loudly, shouting greetings across the quad. Everything felt bigger than me. Louder. Brighter. Like I’d stepped into a dream that didn’t know how to slow down for someone like me. I fished the crumpled paper from my pocket: Dormitory 6B Room 206 Just reading it made my palms sweat. I hoisted my duffel bag onto one shoulder and pulled my suitcase along, praying I wouldn’t trip or fall flat on my face. Not exactly the grand entrance I wanted to make. I kept to the edges, slipping between trees and buildings while trying not to attract attention. My tail was tucked into my pants the best I could manage, but I could feel it twitching anxiously. My hybrid instincts were screaming. The noise, the smells, the bodies brushing past me—it was all too much. I just wanted to find my room, lock the door, and hide under a blanket until this campus stopped spinning. As I turned down a narrower, quieter path, the atmosphere shifted. Fewer students. Older buildings. Ivy climbing up brick walls like veins. A crow cawed somewhere above, and I jumped a little. My suitcase hit the ground with a dull thud. That’s when I felt it. The prickling at the back of my neck. That sinking, chilling, spine-tingling sense that someone was watching me. Not glancing. Not passing curiosity. Watching. I stopped walking. Turned slowly. There was no one. Just a soft breeze, the rustling of leaves, and my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My eyes scanned the shadows between buildings, the corners where sunlight didn’t quite reach. Nothing. I swallowed hard and told myself to stop being ridiculous. It was probably my anxiety acting up again. First days were always like this, weren’t they? Still, I couldn’t help the way my shoulders curled forward as I walked again, shrinking into myself like a frightened animal. I didn’t like being seen. I didn’t like being noticed. Especially not like that. Dormitory 6B looked like it had been forgotten by time. Peeling paint. A rusted sign barely hanging on one hinge. The door groaned when I pushed it open, as if warning me. Inside, the air was stale. The hallway stretched out in eerie silence, lit by flickering yellow lights that buzzed overhead. My sneakers squeaked against the old wooden floorboards as I found my way to the second floor. Room 206. The key turned with effort. The door creaked open. The room was... small. Bare. A single bed shoved against the wall. A desk that looked like it hadn’t seen polish in years. A narrow window letting in strips of dusty light. I stepped inside and let the door shut behind me with a soft click. I dropped my bags. Let out a shaky breath. This was it. My new home. I sat on the bed and rubbed my arms, trying to calm my nerves. My heart was still beating too fast, and no matter how many times I told myself I was safe, my instincts whispered something else. Something wasn’t right. It felt like the shadows were watching me. Like the room remembered things that had happened before I arrived. Like I hadn’t been the first fragile boy to set foot in here. And deep in my chest, something tightened. It wasn’t just nerves. It wasn’t just paranoia. I didn’t know who. Or what. But I could feel it. Somewhere beyond the walls, in the woods behind the dorms… or maybe even closer...
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