Without another second of hesitation, I grabbed my suitcase and rushed to register for classes. I clutched the money I had saved up over the summer from my part-time job and paid my tuition.
Yale had a strict entry system—facial recognition was required to go in and out of campus. I used an excuse to avoid registering my face in the system. When my advisor asked why, I explained that I preferred using my ID for access. He didn't ask too many questions. After all, in a big university, everyone had their quirks, and as long as I wasn't causing any trouble, he let it slide.
When I arrived at the dorm, my three roommates were already there. Emma Reid and Amelia Stone greeted me with smiles, but Jessica Rees barely acknowledged me. She had been laughing and chatting with the other two, but the moment I walked in, her face hardened, and she climbed up to her bed without a word.
I wasn't sure what I'd done, but I put it out of my mind. After saying hello to my dorm mates, I placed the small gifts I'd brought for them on the table and left to find a part-time job.