My mom helped me pack the car, and together we drove four hours to my new school—a place that promised opportunity, growth, and everything I needed to succeed. Excitement and fear tangled inside me; this was the fresh start I had worked so hard for, the beginning of the life I envisioned.
When we arrived, I remember how the sun shone brightly—something my old school never seemed to offer. Even though my new dorm room was tucked away in the basement, it still felt like an improvement over the one that overlooked a graveyard at my previous school.
I had everything I thought I wanted, yet a quiet unease lingered. Something, deep down, didn’t feel quite right.