
On the shore was a university that I began to attend. It was very old and steeped in tradition. My family was there to see me and to see where I stayed. My dorm was like a classical library, with paintings and books covering the walls.
I saw C. sitting at a table outside with some friends and I asked her if she wanted to walk with me around the campus. She didn't seem happy to see me and just kind of shrugged me off.
I returned to the shore, where wooden bleachers with an awning were set up, and sat down to watch hockey on TV. When the game went to a shootout I left and walked back to the dorm.
On the way I saw that some celebration was going on and people were walking together on the campus sidewalks. There was a familiar guy that met me and we started talking. He was an old friend. He said that he was glad I was back but, sorry, he was with C. now. I didn't know what he was talking about. He said that he had always been with her.
C. came up to us, and she and the guy who I had been talking with hugged. I walked away. I felt like everything had changed and I had to begin a new life with new friends all over again.
My family was in the celebration and was glad to see me.
I woke up depressed and wanting to go home. I missed everyone and was scared of what life might be like when I get out.
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