The morning came but I was already awake. I have this thing where if I get my mind running I lock myself into a state of focus. It's useful for school but when it's night and I'm supposed to be sleeping… well this just keeps me wide awake… so I spent my night reading, writing, and drawing. I made an illustration of my room and it came out pretty nice. I was proud of myself. It was still too early for school to begin but I was so determined to work that I just got up and walked out of my room. The elevator isn't that far from my hall so I was there in seconds. Down the elevator I went and out of my dorm. I wondered if my professor was in class. I heard from people around that professors were always at school earlier than early but I doubt they'd be out this EARLY. So I walked over to my class and to my surprise… there he was. Waiting out by the door… who knows how long he's been waiting there and what was even weirder was the timing. The moment I noticed him he turned and .... Silence. We made eye contact. His eyes were even darker than my room fully curtained and enclosed. The moment he saw me he turned his head away and so did I… I felt my face heat up at how awkward it was to be there. Then out of the blue I heard footsteps approaching behind me. I jumped and screamed but no noise came out from my mouth. Oh I'm sorry to have startled you. A kind elderly voice replied. It was my professor. Oh umm… no worries it's uh… quite early and I see I'm still waking up ha.. ha… She oddly stared me down but then smiled and said aren't we all still waking up? And laughed quietly as she approached the class door with the keys rattling in her hands. Good morning I heard from the distance and a soft low reply saying what sounded like good morning back was returned from the strange boy. He walked in right after and I began to walk too. I sat on the far top of the class while he sat at the lower bottom as usual. I thought sitting away would make things less awkward and for a while it did…. Until our professor decided to call me down and was directing me to sit… beside the boy… I gulped as I walked down the sides of the class which ramped down so I felt my feet sliding with every step. I shook the more I got closer until I felt my feet hit a chair… I was there. Come! Come! Don't be shy. We have a lot of time to spare! You know, all the years I've been teaching here, I've never seen students so dedicated to wanting to learn. I-mean you two were out here before me! Before me! You know that says a lot when you get to work before an old woman like myself who loves her job. You know I was just like you when I was growing up… As she continued onto her long life story I looked to the side. There he was this time up close. This is probably the closest I'm going to get to him. I took a good look. He had long black hair that ran down the sides of his face and stopped a bit before his chin. His hood covering a good amount of his peripherals. But from what I could see, he was different. He twirled a pen in his hand as he occasionally nodded his head but I could tell he was just as bored as I was. He then turned his head my direction which I immediately looked down. I could feel his eyes studying me as I did him but I didn't have a hood to cover myself behind. I felt exposed but then shifted drastically to shame as I looked down. Darn it. I realized that I was wearing my PJ's! I had a black and green soft plaided button up shirt made of some fluffy material that felt like pillow. My pants where red and black and a bit too baggy made from the same pillow material. I had slippers on that were a tad too long and wide that made me look like I was dragging my feet every time I walked. Being so distracted in thinking of my wardrobe for the day, I glanced back at his direction without thinking and I saw him turn away as I had when he looked at me. It was really awkward but the only thing keeping me from cringing was my professor who kept rambling about who knows what. You know… we're doing group work today… and what better partner to have than someone's as willing as yourselves. I can't wait to see what you two together would come up with for this project. I felt as if a heavy anchor was let off to sink in my chest. Go on. You two get to know each other better. You both deserve a head start. I have some scheduling to continue. The elderly lady walked slowly onto the computers stationed at the podium at the bottom of the auditorium like room. Well um… but then I stopped as I noticed the boy pull back his hood and his hair dramatically going back with it. He turned and faced me and…. I immediately went red. Now there was nothing to hide behind of. I had a full picture of the boy in front of me and… and… I was speechless. There he was…. His eyes.. sparkled with the light above- a sharp piercing green- and his lips.. curved with a small smile barely exposing a pair of purely whites. Hey.. he said softly in a tone I could barely hear. Hi… I tried to say strongly but came out with an even lower tone that he did. What's your name… he asked me. I'm.. Katherine. I replied. But before I could ask for his name students began to fill the class. Good morning students good morningggggggg said our professor enthusiastically. Everyone to their seats we have a project to work on today and it will be counted as your first test grade. Every other grade will be based on your progression on the project. Each of you will have a partner so we will be divided into groups of two. Luckily we are an even class so everyone should have a partner. So get to picking if anyone is left out come to me and I shall see who else is missing a pair. Since this is a social behavior class our projects will be about one another. How do we differentiate from ourselves? We all live in the same area, walk in the same area, talk in the same area. Are currently growing up in the same area. Attending school in the same area. But that doesn't entirely mean we're alike. As easy as it's said isn't as easy to explain. So In this project you will tell me why and how we differentiate based on our counterparts of partners. Go on get going. I'll be here if there is any assistance required. I have sent you all links to the rubrics on how this will be graded and what I expect for you to have. You must read through my requirements or else you will end up failing. Well that's simple… I thought. Hey do you want to get out of here? I can't really concentrate with all this rumbling everyone's making. Imean.. you are going to be my partner right? I stared at him frozen… Ok cool follow me, hurry! He got up and started to the door. I got up and chased behind him but my slippers only let me go so fast without sliding. Where was he taking me? Where were we going? What will we be doing? This is a test grade I need to score high to maintain my expectations.. but I've never done anything like that… this… I.. I never liked group work because I was always that person who did all the work but for once someone is leading me? Everything felt wrong but so right. I had to know more about this guy… it was him after all wasn't it… I was no longer interested in my projects or studies once contemplations filled my mind. I had another interest. A stronger one. A much more sinister one. What if he could be my key to discovering the… the other side.. of Khana Avenue?..