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tearful goodbyes followed the delicious Indian meal of curried chicken. Thankfully I managed to pry Mom’s arms off of me, because as much as I would miss her, the hugging made me cringe. I was still healing from the bruises Doug gave me, and I did not want her to notice me wince in pain when she squeezed me. Our families parted ways to drive the three hours back to our hometown, and the girls and I walked back to our dorm.
    Because we had a tri-room, compared to dorm room standards we were living in a mansion. I was grateful to have as much space as we did and was happy to begin settling into our new lives. It would be like living with the sisters I never had.
    Our tri-room opened to a small living space which had just enough room for a beige loveseat, a lime green bean bag chair, and a small television Kayla brought from her bedroom back home. We put a braided area rug on the cold brown tile between the television and loveseat. There was not much to be done about the walls. They were an ugly tan cinderblock, so we taped up a couple of posters and declared the room decorated.
    The first door contained an extremely small bathroom with a stand-up shower. The other door on the left led to bunk beds. To the right of the living room was the third and final door, which had a single bed and a small desk. We agreed that Morgan should take the single room since she does not share the same night owl behavior that Kayla and I shared. Truth be told, I was relieved to be sharing a room with Kayla.
    I had not told them the whole story about my night in the woods. I could not bring myself to say it out loud. I was freaked out enough, and I didn’t want to scare them too, so I left out the part about a weirdo lurking in the woods and said that I was able to knee Doug in the groin and run back to my room. That is how I fantasized it happening anyway. I never wanted to see that sleaze again.
    Kayla and I settled in the loveseat and Morgan plopped into the bean bag chair. We popped in a movie we have seen a dozen times and started to chat about our upcoming classes. Morgan had always been a nature lover so she had already decided to declare her major in Earth Sciences. With eighteen credits and two science labs, that sounded like my worst nightmare.
    Kayla was an undeclared major, and she sounded more interested in finding an intramural soccer team to join than discussing classes. Still, she was taking more math credits than necessary. Math had always come easy to her, so I was not surprised.
    Also not surprising, as soon as I had been accepted to the university, I declared Fine Arts with an emphasis in dance as my major. Along with my dance classes, I was taking Music Appreciation, Biology and English 101. Unlike Kayla I avoided math like the plague and chose to procrastinate in that subject for a semester or two. It was thrilling to think of learning at college level dance classes, and for the first time in my life, I was pumped about school.
    I cracked open a diet cola retrieved from the small cube fridge crammed in next to the loveseat and decided now was as good a time as any to tell the girls about my new pledge, a decision prompted by the night of loser Doug.
    “So…I have decided since the whole mess with Doug that I am going to swear off of men this semester and concentrate on school.”
    It came out less confident than I had hoped. Kayla and Morgan quickly looked at each other and simultaneously clenched their lips shut. They were trying to suppress their laughter, but the dimples sprang to life on Morgan’s cheeks and they both lost it. Typical. They never took me seriously, especially when it came to men. I took a sip of my soda and continued, ignoring their laughter.
    “I am serious you guys. I want to change. I don’t want to get hurt anymore and I’m tired of being a doormat for these slime balls to wipe their feet on!” I didn’t know if they had heard me over their bellowing until Kayla pressed her lips together and