Chapter 11: Tour
Rosie
Late January.
I was a bundle of nerves as I walked onto the campus for my first day. I didn't think I'd be back in school in my life after being expelled. I'd given up on education for now, but here I was, in a red hoodie that covered the side of my face, my hands holding the handle of my bag tighter, feeling anxiety eating my soul up.
God, I wasn't really mentally prepared for this as I walked further, following the map pamphlet in my hand. Highland University was bigger and more lively than I expected, filled with groups of students chatting, laughing, and moving together. I felt like an outsider. Late registration, late acceptance. I was even shocked when I was given admission in my last semester of final year. Maybe because of my GPA throughout three and a
