Mike Hayes

Mike slammed the door of his car in which he arrived at the college. The first few days were strange and difficult for him, but it was easier with his friends. He walked twirling the car keys on his finger. His mind is empty, his homework is of course not done, he's not even sure if he took his notebooks with him to class.In principle, it doesn't matter. In class, he can just get enough sleep, sleep off those hours of the night when, instead of sleeping, he played the guitar.

Suddenly he bumped into someone. His legs tripped over each other and he fell on his back. Mike hissed. He was about to yell at whoever bumped into him, but propping himself up on his elbows, he raised his head and saw her. A girl, eerily pretty, but she looks very bitchy. His cheeks were flushed. "Whoa.."