On one hot, mid-August night, as the stars woke one by one to the furious winged beat of crickets and humidity slowly unfastened itself from around an arbitrary college campus, an anonymous sophomore went out in search of her close friend, Life.

Approximately 30 minutes later, it was reported that a very angry female was set loose around the University, mumbling something about forgetting her phone, keys, not to mention wallet, and if she had that said close friend, the keys would have been with her from the start.

“I don’t know who this ‘Life’ person is, but it seems like she really depends on them!” one bystander remarks, looking fearfully over their shoulder.

“However,” the eye witness continued, lowering their voice in a conspiratorial manner, “if you have seen somebody named, Dreams, let me know. She’s my best friend but ever since the start of my third year here, I just can’t seem to find her.”

Sneaking one more look at the subject in question and receiving a particularly nasty glare in return, the interviewee abandoned further questions and walked quickly to the nearest bus stop.

Meanwhile, the object at hand had now transformed into a raving student in full- “beast mode, dude!” an intoxicated young adult yelled out, stumbling across the school grounds.

Yes. The raving student was now in full ‘beast mode’, kitchen sinking the campus like there was no tomorrow. What she did not know, was that there would in fact, be a tomorrow. And many tomorrows after that. Several decades of tomorrows if she could only locate the three physical items that were essential to getting back home in one piece.

“…And another thing! Ever since I got here, you’ve been nothing but excuses! Oh the library won’t open because blah, blah, blah, the Wi-Fi won’t work because blah, blah, blah, this and that volunteer work won’t count because blah, blah, blah…well you know what?! Once I find Life, I’m getting outta here!”

Little did the student know that Life had taken one look at her collected emotional baggage, overly chaotic tendencies to dramatize everyday situations, failure to hold up even the slightest form of organizational skills not only around her living space, but around her very sphere of influence, that Life decided its entire presence would be ultimately pointless, not to mention, unnecessary.

Glaring at those who seemed to have gotten their existence together in a fairly quick manner, the sophomore finally accepted her key-less, phone-less, wallet-less situation, and gave up hope of ever being average.

Then again…who ever wanted to be average anyway?