The next day, I wake up early. I have to go to my parents' house to get my notebooks. I don't like the idea, but it's just and necessary.

My friend Riley says she has things to do, like buying her supplies for classes. The good thing is that she's studying the same thing as me, so even though we won't see each other in class due to different schedules, the nice thing is that we can study together for the exams.

I take a taxi from the university and head to the house where I lived throughout my childhood. As I enter, I realize my parents aren't home. My father must be working, and my mother is probably out shopping or something. I take advantage of the empty house and organize some more clothes, my notes from previous years, and the notebooks I had bought earlier for classes. Yes, I've always been very organized with my things.

I grab the keys to my car. I know, having a car and taking a taxi, it's strange. The reason is that I stayed in this house when I left with Mason, and my fath